The day that'll be... 

The day that'll be
Shrunken, and folded
An another day it'll be
Just sulken and molded
Letting go, the anger
Uncontrolled and free
Held, but not longer
To the end and flee
Frantic thoughts, mustered 
Drowned through, and shored
Battered and blistered
Cluttered lest showered
Fallen drops, dried land
Bounded through and halted
Wet shells and sand
Hardened and waited...

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