A glowing orb of intuition, ambition, rests lightly, with it's chin up high. It's arms of light and motivation fill the landscape.
Before it, is a sea of thoughts. Of speculation, denial, confusion, lack of interest. The twisting images roar like stormy waters through the still air.
The soft sand cushions the sea. Stops its overwhelming intensity. A voice of reason, of emotionless truth, of solemn salutations.
Some call it an analogy, others a sunset, I call it an excuse for a poem.
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