Weather

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Waves are crashing

Sand is 'skew

Wind will bellow

A darker tune

Than what I'd thought

It would ever be.

It could ever be.

I wish I'd sought

To be someone new

To be someone unafraid

Of what I've made

Up in my mind

Thoughts will turn

And for tomorrow

I will yearn.

But first it's quiet

Peaceful and still

As I lay upon the window sill

Thinking past and thinking future

Of what is in store

And what this weather

Might just bore

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