Obtrusive gales
Block my way
The windy night
Gathers torrential trails
Forlorn traveler
I sought your land
Lingering my gaze
Rests weary on your sands
Your memory softly
Begins to fade
Reinforcing waves
Do not tirade
And as darkness grows
Like blinding walls
The sprinting oceans
Of apparitions fall
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