Orient

The east
the eternal east
you were here when i came
you're still here when i left
the sun rises from here
cloaked in full armor of gold
it walks up to the sky
from the cerulean waves of the sea
going the same way
toward same direction
every day
rolling its blazing flames
until dusk
eventually sleeps
on the sandy shores of silver
if i had a sailing boat
i would go to the coast
of eastern glow
when the sun rests on seabed
i'd get there
get the glory
load it at the break of dawn
from then on i will have no worries
i will start work at sunrise
and return home at sunset
ecstatic
smiling
sending warm greetings to everyone
around me
i want them to be as inspired
i want to leave samples of happy
keep the flora that's sappy
build an immortal temple for the divine
deities of different times
i want to tell everyone the story
of the eastern ocean
the story my ancestors told
i want to tell it like they did
i have found
the brilliant eastern realm
may they find similar
truer happiness
the kind happiness that shall be passed on
from generation to generation.

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