Tamarind

Another swirl at the sea
At tandem heights the aquatics die on the shore.
Its city is sleeping for a thousand years
They all have maroon clothes.
Far behind the light house
The black chimney causing the grey sky
Heaven will cry in a while to balance the sea
A revolution will be suppressed in a while.
Alien breeze will trespass the horizon
Like a ship-wreck in an abandoned island
They will lead to the discovery of Indian spices
A new business will be born for digestion.
Dog fights and cat bites.
There will be a turnaround and a sudden halt for peace
Sky will turn orange and shower acid rain
Feelings will be mixed with feel good and sour.