Moving On!.
Ancient livid vision!.
As the origin of my spirit enflames my essence!.
The candle of my youth begins to render!.
The pearl from my eyes deliver their first sparkle,
the frame of my harbor begins to discard its rafts
as the tint of my shell begins to shine!.
As I prepare to stabilize,
I water my feelers and suffocate my childhood!.
I look back at the thick stream of moral smoke,
slowly rising and fading before me!.
I reach out to a fair span and embrace - The smell of my past!.
Fear, loss, upset!.
I lift my hand from the handle and close my eyes!.
The three essential compounds of my well being;
friendship, way of life, familiar surroundings - wiped away that very moment!.
A stranger in your own skin!.
As if I’d been left astray - In a different country, unable to understand their language!.
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