Wind stares the sea wave to shore 

Brittle leaves rustles out loud till dusk

Still night awaken by the cry of young

Chilly morning cloaked at the end of day

Hidden sounds heard in compressed tones

Words buried in haystack

Grasses blown away by wild wind

Flashes burst into the open air

Tempest rushing through the meadow

Water fall dashing at hidden rocks

Bathing sunshine hanging at twilight

Rage at the twinkling of the light

Sharp pain engraved in remotest part

Wild runs the embittered heart.

Ill thoughts triggers at dwell of light.

Driven like wild horse, becomes a plight

Blunt becomes the knife at first stroke

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