Circadian Rhythms
Wind,
look how
wild it blows
across the waves;
Ancient melody;
A song of catharsis,
whitecaps wash the pain away;
The innate noise bestowed on you
it cancels out the internal drum;
Ocean breezy circadian rhythms.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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