The
strong wind
Lashing
on the sea and shore
The
fishermen quickly sail back
No
where they are going to catch fishes
Near
the jetty they feel dismay
The
choppy waves make it difficult
They
have to turn back
Eyes
searching quickly for a way out
The
roof tops fly
The
strong wind never pick and choose
It
comes as it travels its way
The
wind is colour blind
The
calm nerves save the day
The
fishermen find a short reprieve
As
the strong wind stop blowing
They
make it safely to shore
They
can't deny their fear
The
strong wind make its way
In
the coffee shop they share
Friends
who drop by to know
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