The gray clouds of life boiling within the breast,
following closely behind the clattering thunder,
and all the rest.
A bird sang a mournful song when the south wind blew north,
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It's got a sad tone to it, like something lost. But also tracing the globe as if moving forward liek the wind he wonders about. It is a lovely poem