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Into The Lips Grey rushing To black Rolling bits Of white Through tight Cracks of Once was blue Pushing air Everywhere, Clouds Meeting waves Pounding Rocks relentlessly Splitting Into fits Of spitting spray And furious foam, Wind wailing Whipping Everything , Rain driving Ripping Through it all, And you, Close, Facing the Fury Seeing the beauty Smiling, singing Into the lips Of this Wild Pacific storm. Stephen Nesbitt©
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