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Like a muscular drummer drumming,     the Big wind It gathers itself, twirls its sticks Then swooping suddenly lambasts its      kit Thrashes the coast, sways the trees     and rocks the boats Lathers into it; Its cymbals crashing are the smash of     the sea against the rocks The trees running amok over the     rising mountains.                                     II With a draught of this air drawn in to     fill my sails To have the big windmills of my blood     rotate And blow me out then across the bay Up over the headland, out over the     wide open sea A Colossus emerging and none to     stand in my way.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Giant
Like a muscular drummer drumming,     the Big wind It gathers itself, twirls its sticks Then swooping suddenly lambasts its      kit Thrashes the coast, sways the trees     and rocks the boats Lathers into it; Its cymbals crashing are the smash of     the sea against the rocks The trees running amok over the     rising mountains.                                     II With a draught of this air drawn in to     fill my sails To have the big windmills of my blood     rotate And blow me out then across the bay Up over the headland, out over the     wide open sea A Colossus emerging and none to     stand in my way.
The sea comes alive on stormy days and gets into your soul
#wind#wild#power#huge#immense#giant
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bardo
62/M/Ireland
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
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