Silence was the turf
Storm silenced without a clue
Turf handled stones on the shore
Until that night when wrong turned right
And the moon couldn't shine bright
It couldn't be
The smooth sign was covered by the turf
The cloud was covering all the stars
Tall turf covered the real sight
Alone the moon smiled
As she waited storm for the final good bye
Weeping turf waited for the warm touch
But the storm was in rush
Time tested fate of the turf
And storm had a role to play
Hurrying everywhere, hurting everyone
Has to come and go
By nature it is busy
Availability wasn't easy
What hurt the most was unacceptability.
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