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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

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