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Sitting,
Enveloped in greyness,
In the passage a lightness grows,
Sounds begin to soften
As he wind begins to rise,
The lapping of waves,
Like building of energy,
Keeps a consistent beat.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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