Berck sur Mer, the day after
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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