Gone the passing of tides
Countless dilemnas now subsides
Sky clearing, what's behind
Eyes peeking, Still I'm blind
Will decipher the silent whispers
Till I conquer the fear that lingers
Doubts on shadows I've seen never
Shout to hear the distant river
Unknown the origin this strange voice
Thoughts engulfed with the same noice
Echoes bounced, the eerie sound
Been announced, But not found
Listen will I ever recognize the cry
Figured after a thousand try
Felt inside my very mind
A call in myself I will find
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