Where I looked, I found solace. Don't look at it anymore, it's time to let go. So I surrendered to a woman-river's embrace. Hemlock juice across the river blue, a bittersweet journey. I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings, a dance of fate. Let's go through the umbilical cord of the sea, And emerge on the other side, renewed. Yet in the chest of this duel, The morning stars shine, guiding us. Two beaches in one horizon, a duality of existence. On the beach of waiting silence, Crying dreams of dawn seek another shore.