Like the songs of shells in the ocean,
The past feels like an inconceivable dream,
Breathing beneath this lighthouse,
as its eyes permeate the night.
Lost in the shadow of a family tree,
I was but a struggling amnesiac.
Till I felt the weight of my bones
and learnt the art of breathing,
through the length of arid days.
Till I learnt to be of service
and soothe the pain of vanity.
Now through these stone walls
and this sword of light,
Free of the borders of skin,
A stranger no more,
I am found upon those waves...
that carry the lost home.
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