Bleaker the winds
Of waves, forlorner
At the place, the port of
Summer forever!
Their's the jarring
Repulsed, from higher ground!
Their's the absurd
To dance, clothed, around!
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Beautiful poem... Their's the jarring Repulsed, from higher ground! Their's the absurd To dance, clothed, around! ... Fine expression