A thunderous whoosh followed by a softer whisper
Like the swish of delicate ballet slippers
Across the studio floor.
A steady rhythm,
Caresses the ear,
Crests of waves that pirouette in the air.
The sleeper is seduced
By this lullaby-like song,
But deceived is the dreamer
Thinking it is the ocean
Crashing waves against the rocky shore,
For it is gusts of wind beating in harmonic motion,
The Magnus Opus of a winter storm,
Every note like
Pearl pebbles in the snow.
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