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// Saturday, March 03, 2012

State of Unrest

The roar of the wind,
     As it cuts East to West,
Bending trees to its will,
     A lovely state of unrest.

Not a bird to be seen,
    Not a cloud in the sky,
The Sun slowly wanes,
     Tranquility draws nigh.

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