How others thought I could never think
my thoughts being far from civilization's sanity brink;
Like others felt I could rarely feel
My joys far away from cultures appeal
The sun was always only half seen,
and dried the mornings summer dew
By ways of others, thrilled I have few times been,
since adolescence I slept through nights very few
Bewildered and rather poignant was my atmosphere;
the inquiry how to handle; my conscious was not sincere
Though in trance like state of the inevitable I sought refuge
Bizarre, shaky was my resolve; drown I would in its deluge
The shore of the sea kept restricted cool sand
as I stood in them, my soul finally begun to stand
I wonder why when the waters hit my feet,
I looked at the ocean, the sheltered land may have felt defeat
For long the land struggled, for me to be stable
But now I knew it was the ocean I would always resemble
The land burned from mores at the surface and ashes at the conscious core;
But the waters ran deep, alone, a cool, silent and mysterious store
Marcus Hades
Daily Quote: Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: bajo, adjective / soft, faint
Example:
- una silla muy baja
a very low chair
- su tono bajo y pausado
his soft, measured tone
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