Silver cloud line over the mottle grey sky
Sense the motion above mother earth
See that no wind stirs the palmtrees
Silence lays over all the hills
Sentencing stars to loss of sight
Solar heat stays far away
Sickening waves crash 'gainst rumbling rocks
Stark the seagull daring to fly
Storm the beaches swift surfside manor
Sorely missing stereotypical sunlight
Softly raindrops fall on shore
Stirring salty swells aloft
Sitting watching stunned to silence
Soundly strumming rhythmic sensations
Still the soul, be still my soul
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