Looking at the shards now scattered,
Of a life lived in anguish,
Simmering in the envisaged myriad,
Of amber colored pain,
I brave the sea on a ketch,
The sail is hope and wish,
The insipid past but a mirage,
Leading to a future, an epoch,
Of eternal tranquility.
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