I feel better.
Those skying waves
Of the wild ocean
Have lowered now
There are ripples,
Of course
The wind, sometimes,
Rises the subdued storm
But now,
It's not that bad
I sense it howling
Desperate and restless
Holding on to the wind
To take it on a ride again
Soaring to the heights again
Not again, I console
'The wind, is but a traveler
And you, just another harbour
Don't let it raise your foolish hopes
For it leaves, just soon as it comes.'
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