NL (03-10-1993 / People's Republic of China)


Irony of life,
Brought forth from loins, yet
Seeming to destroy with strife.
Life brought with upset.

To soar from here,
Going without regret
For time, the distant dear,
Not a tinge of sad.

From forth the seas,
Waiting upon a sun that
Never rises over what one sees,
Till the end of the sands

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