Clouds surround blue springtime
swelling, rolling like the oceanís waves
their upon the vastness of horizon
The world view is turning
roiling like low thunder in the distance
yet this time from underground
Confusion peaks, as cloudy
mistily of all that must repeat itself again
when in the very center of it all
an island rises, white and beautiful
And a silence of serenity
upon the ground as if in adoration
of it all...
? Michaelette ?
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