In my own pandemonium a question drifts,
When?
The bearings of my course come together gravely,
Amalgamating sensations of fear and hope,
My thoughts whisper ominously,
My soul darkens under the veil of uncertainty,
The beauty of my life flows into the confines of darkness.
(*) Drift: Ir a la deriva, dejarse llevar.
(*) Bearing: Demora naútica, rumbo, orientación.
(*) Veil: Velo
(*) Darken: Oscurecer.
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