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Brusque are October winds that coldly blow

insouciant to the sorrow of the sea;

its jilted supplications, woeful, flow

rippling the surface of iniquity.



Importunate, the brine that greets the sun;

Threnodies bled of crimson lullaby...

and empathetic tears meet horizon

as dusk crescendos in a cerise sky.



Besotted breezes dazzled by the scene

now know the ache of unrequited yearn.

Poetic justice... as the libertine

falls victim to the fickle tides that turn.



The ocean's beauty many suitors seek.

Zephyrs lament...Symphony Pathétique'.







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