Adelaide is a beauty
On midwinter mornings
Frigid air against
Cheeks still glowing
From long nights
Too hot for words
Moody clouds hang
Suspended over the hills
In their symphonic
Tones of grey and green
I long for the storms
The inky skies
The violent eddies
Of wind around my waist
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