the waves break and the wind howls, yet again a storm brews ... dark thunder clouds laugh, a shrill hiss of cruel intentions, as they poke an' prod with those electric fingers, at the palms swaying and dancing
the sand swirls and the fronds flap, as the cold sea spits across the wave break ... the inhabitants creaking, crying for the sweet release of a calmed tempest
breaking and crashing violently, the swells ceaselessly beat and storm against the jagged, rocky faces ... slowly being eaten away with the brutal slapping of water
the clouds grimace and the moon hides her light, abandoning the nightly routine ... teasing with splotchy glimpses, as the light slips in an' out, creating leafy shadow dancers
a man sits, elbows on knees and head hanging down ... ragged and tattered ... whats the meaning, what will he do and where to turn ... hair hangs greasy across his brow, and eyes tired and red, face streaked and feet now damp ... he looks up, in desperation crying out ... waiting for an answer, a whisper in the wind ... wheres the peace, the rest? ... could he have fallen so far, so far from his dreams and hopes? ... so alienated, so alone ... a man, just a shell now empty and drifting away from all that once was so clear, so well known ... when the moment fades, there's nothing left ... only the vague hint of where one man once sat in sand ... he has become the loneliest
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