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Sun and wind and sea
Autumnal mists linger, where the trees
Silhouette, before the morning sun
Warms away the grey expanse to ease
Its daily resurrection.
Breakers dash each other to the shore
Spilling white foamed flecks along the strand
Where solitary walkers risk the raw
North-eastern as it reaches land.
Sun and wind and sea move as they must
Indifferent to the lives of you and me
Who, before we're rendered back to dust,
Would make some sense of what we see.
But sun and wind and sea move on
And, just as quickly, we are gone.
Brian Hick October 2012
©copyright Sally Hick 19.9.24
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