Dance Of Winds Poem by Sean Green

Dance the winds of the night
against the shadows that decline
nature's state of shining bliss
behind the breeze that remains

those meager echoes from the moon
are supplanted by the storm
the former master of a domain
befallen by the hurricane

the tempest building without regard
for lovers of the ball
a celebration that must proceed
even as the heavens quake

still the night has a charm
the choreograph will go on
in the ruins that may remain
the dance of winds until the end.

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