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Sorrow's Sea

Sitting on the shore of sorrow's sea,

The lighthouse's yellow beam falls on your back,

Illuminating the plutonian night.

Tonight is a peaceful one,

Calm and composed, Neptune shone,

And the sea's children exhaled in joy.

But this was not the first time,

And not the first light.

It was a light that arrived,

As is usual, after periods of intense storms.

This beautiful luster that erased the pain,

Standing out amidst the backdrop of midnight blue

Why, this light that you think is release,

'Tis but an ephemeral respite,

A ruse and charade offering you hope for tomorrow.

And just as the sea rears its head again,

A tempest to drain resilience, slowly,

So will she rear her head again,

To leech on your strength and unleash misery.

You, who found light sullied by shadows,

Stood in darkness to face another day,

You know how fragile happiness is.

Gloomy it may seem,

Gloomy it may remain,

But the little light in shadow's grasp,

That little light may shine bright someday

And transform into an eternal glow.