As I stare at the washing waves
the heavy clouds drift past,
the sky is so dangerously dark.
It has never looked this dark
in all of my past, but still
the waves carry on slashing the
shore.
They spit at the dark sky
clouding my view, teasing my
eyes, they wave
goodbye, in a mournful dance, as
they roll past me.
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