Silent spectator of the night
What hopes you maketh and crush
What belongingness you stir
In the washed away eyes
Looking at you in their gloomy lives,
Where the night is all they got
All they got to escape
Into their dreams
Far away from the suns harsh beams,
You see the toiling hand
You see the burning sand
And hope dwells in thy breast
Churning up the unrest
in the souls dormant ocean


FEBRUARY 5, 2015

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