The silence of the wind is an enchanting absence.
recurring consistent soul-consuming

The change of seasons is an illusory anticipation.
atrocious unfulfilling life-denying

The colour of the sky is a blurry vision.
sooty sulphuric eye-scratching

The flower of the tide is a dusty heap.

Sweeping the tree only by a violent surprise
The wind is no longer in love with the leaf.

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