Whirl wind in transit

A quiet force, a silent storm Meek, not weak The evening breeze. Wild fire smouldering Whirlwind in transit I'm the whispering sea The beckoning beach. Tidal waves clasping the air; Surfer's light blown by delight Flicks of flare, then the fury of fear Passions flee and eyes take flight... Yet I'm the evening breeze, The [...]

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