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 Mar 2019 Tarik842
France
Towards the endless horizon,
Accompanied by gold sunsets;
Here lies: the sea –
Luminous and transparent.

Heaven’s cherubim.

I; the impure, mortal soul,
Mesmerised by the captivating
Sight, took a step – trespassing.

Enchanted by the warmth of the sea –
I bathed.

Born anew: cleansed;
Given a second chance.

Nevertheless, did I?

Corrupted by mortal emotion,
I refused my new life;
Stained –
The blue sea with
A crimson sight.

What once were transparent,
Now is obscure.
Tainted with impurities.

It responded.

The sea was,
No more, a tame creature;
Rather, a ravaging force.

The portentous waves,
Dragged me away,
In the depth of the sea.
Shrouded by darkness,
Blinded by my own corruption,
I lost sight…

The golden sunsets –
Mere figments of my imagination.

Alone.
Resentful.
Caged.

By my own emotions.

I lost sight…
Now; I lost my life.
Forgive me.

— The End —