We fear the thick dark cloud
Thunder roar is so loud,
As if daylight disappeared
Sun is driven to back geared.
Dusk seems to be looming large
Right now ocean will upsurge
All dreams gone in oblivion…
I’m suffering from suspicion,
Is it a real end of the day
Or deception of a hopeless hay?
No sooner than I thought all clue
Could hear a bolte from blue.
Dreams shattered to trifle rubbish
Debris and pebbles rearing bruise.
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