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On desolate sands
and seas greying with cloud, only the gulls play
Where moments before,
Aeolus' mind threw a party of colour,
shaping winds into wonder and beautiful sounds
roaring defiance to worlds lost and found
and air-loving shapes standing firmly their ground,
rests now only emptiness, and playing of cloud ....

Robert Valkenburgh   12-4-2001


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