Sitting
Sitting,
Enveloped in greyness,
In the passage of lightness grows,
Sounds begin to soften
As the wind begins to rise,
The lapping of the waves
Like building energy
Keeps a consistent beat.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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