windswept at midnight
which way the breeze blows
depends on the mood
of the moon
influenced by waves
continuously at play
high winds do sweep
those blues skies away
turning dirt into dust
and hopes into dreams
inner thoughts recede
settle near the edge
of the sea
waiting on the tides
to rule on a lover’s fate
february two thousand nineteen
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