Murky evening by the shore

Image Source: Christain Kortum in Flickr

In this dark stream,
Your cries lost in its cyclone,
How would you recall the mighty face of hope?
Whom would you remember in your last breath,
That is slowly withdrawing from your chest?

Breathless you sail,
In search of your own life,
The stream getting bigger and bigger,
Each bend of the river you would to pass,

Countless forms rain in your head,
Finally, death gives you a clean bed,
In an azure ocean, a pale body floats,
Like the dead shell,
And in its depth,
A calmness rests;

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