Waves crashing over the wide distant ocean, moving forward
pushed by wild winds, no force strong enough
to stop them, they create their own perfect world
where sea and sky meet is a haze, elements meeting
in a blaze of fire, imposing the rising clouds loom
high over water brought to boiling in bright reds
whirling patterns created by strong currents, almost
recognizable, but lost to the gaze, symbolic this storm brews
unhindered, covering the sea with promises of future
or showing the past still remembered, such is the world
and what is in it, memories of past living now and
forever storms rage without any hesitation not giving up
hope and change as promised that day, the storm is on fire.
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