My waters are calm
While you give me to drink
From your sights.
But when I lack
The light that projects
Your sweet aura,
I am a waterspout,
A sustained rage,
An unbridled gust.
At this moment,
When my immobile lagoons
By bitterness are agitated,
I ascend the Beaufort scale
From calm to violent storm.
And if I am certain
That you will not be here tonight,
The hurricane god will possess me
Until devastates me with his wrath.
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