as the sun rises from the horizon;
its' light bathes the boat's mizen;
the mark of end in the endless abyss;
for Sol brings only solace and bliss.
the sea is now at peace;
finally, the endless sorrow shall cease;
like day and night, it won't last;
for the sun returns every after dusk.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
