Introspection

Around bags full of sand and sun going down,
A bunch of strangers who try to find their way out…

As I lay back on my cushioned chair,
That chain of thoughts not leaving my hair…

Clinking bottles, hollowness inside and smiles around,
Who would know what a smiling face contains?

A wish to run away to the waves and whisper my cry,
Request them to lead me to a favorable sky…

Of angels, peace …

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