Storm’s Ode

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Waves rise and dance
The Rumba in confusion
Clouds, sky’s damp clothing
Scurrying for sunlight to warm and dry
Winds prying fingers
Tickling cold
Lone seagull in flight
Cursing Jonathon Livingstone
Rainbows, assurances multicoloured
Of promises never spoken
Baptized in nature’s fury

My soul rises calm.

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