To The Sea, To The Sky

I caught my breathe
And held a tear 'cause
It could become a sea...
My weakest days, when
I'm like a thin glass.

I had to catch my breathe
And keep holding a tear,
For the most beautiful creature.
And the gold sun in the window
Shows the picture of it.
This creature and a flower.
The most beautiful
The one I cannot reach.

So I keep fading away...
So it stays the dawn to me
That never becomes day.

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