Gentle wind soaring,
water flapping the face,
fluttering pages,
birds flocking above the mist,
story told,
a silent mind in ebullition,
reaching the elixir,
repression emotions,
cup of tea overflown,
itchy palm,
scratching the skin,
every moment bearing the pain felt,
angst washed ashore by waves,
sea is a silent spectator,
witnessing the fury,
yet unmoved by the anger of violent tides and waves,
few can comprehend,
humans or ghouls,
gentle or evil.
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