I hear the sea in the distance
writhing and yelling
in an evening of rain
turned to day by the lightning,
never ending fury,
and made frightful by the thunder
that never stops crying
while the wind roars
scattering the leaves.
Deafening night tonight,
the stars have fled
and even the dark
doesn't want to come back anymore.
3.2.'15
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