It is said with proper imagery given by a poet that they have done well. Can you see the storm here?
Pounding waves fight back the pushing wind
Nowhere near the shore.
Howling noises round about my head
Silence is abated evermore.
White caps too many to count
and too far out
Busy seas caress the evening star
to quiet the stormy shout.
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