Let the ruckus pass,

The flare die down,

The coolness rise,

The sea lap the shore.

 

A whirlwind rises,

All is astir,

Until

Calm returns.

 

In the calm,

Seek calm,

Let the storm

Be with the storm…

 

Gone,

Over the horizon,

Where the sun plays

On the waves.

 

Let the ruckus pass.

 

 


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