25 August 2011


where the wind flows free
and by without a sound
I cannot see anything,
my horizons are grounded

the ocean swells
each wave passing over the next
never changing its mind
or its course

the wind goes forth
trying to muster
the strength beyond which
is all disaster

and all this happens without a clue
that I stand here
waiting through the torrent
waiting for you

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