Westward Wind - My 2nd Poem

Ever swift flowing.
Sweeping,
swirling over plain,
mountain,
sea and great forest,
Westward.

Ever beckoning.
Calling,
with sea-tang, gull's cry,
wave's crash.
Luring those left,
Westward.

Ever filling sail.
Pushing,
white, wispy cloud and
great ship,
with swan-like grace; all,
Westward.

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