While waves beat, break on shore
Days are short and nights are long
On the bluest breeze white birds soar
With passion played softly like a song
Still in life there is a glowing amber
A firebird that flames up, below the ash
High on spirit wildflowers clamber
Albeit the whole affair is a little brash
Questions float unanswered upon my head
While the sky is painted yellow and red
I looked thru a door I cannot walk past
Forever knowing the skit will never last
Life may dull, but it is never formulaic
Even when the intone is a bit prosaic
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