Division bell rings,
Tearing souls drift
Whistle blows on wavy seas
Deafening ears Hearts teary,
Eyes tears, tears into halves,
Is sea port air, gives way
Starting movement, slowly sulkily
In the silence of the evening sky
Reflecting water merging colours
With brush of waves stirring colours
For few birds sings, for few laments song
All expressions stir and merged
Unites and divides
Colours of vivid expressions
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