this poem is very confusing, but if you have felt this way at all it will make a little bit of sense. I write through nature, if that makes any sense at all.
For everyday the wind stands still,
There are twice as many,
Winds that will wipe you off the earth.
The ocean will be a sea of waves,
Crashing onto the never ending beaches,
Every-day the wind stands still,
Cherish it,
For it will not last long.
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