I stood there
On the pier,
Feeling the wind
Brush against my face,
Pushing me back with all
Of its might
As if Helios were angry
With me.
I saw the waves,
Big and blue,
Brushing against the pier,
And crashing on the rocks,
Swishing with sounds of might
As great splashes swashed
Through the air on
This windy day,
Shushing out the
Seagulls flying overhead.
Then all calmed,
And dusk was approaching;
The sun was on the horizon,
And the colours of the
Rainbow illuminated the
Sky with all of its beauty,
Making a beautiful mask of light.
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