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Ever-changing Windauthor: anonymous
category: symbolic
The eye has passed over,
The calm state evicted,
How quickly winds change,
And can't be predicted,
At one strike there's mirth,
At the next tribulation,
When you think all is right,
Be prepared for trepidation,
The storm's harked back,
And the vicissitude now stymies,
The weather showing pattern,
None being timely,
Scrutinizing stars,
Anticipating orientation,
Nothing is quite emphasized,
And the feeling is subluxation,
Precise action not known,
Leaves pandemonium in the heart,
Sooner exploit exploited,
The sooner it can start.
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