Water:
It has two faces. One is kind, nurturing, and sweet. The other one brings rage and terror, destroying buildings, homes, and streets.
It brings relief to people of all lives, and cleans away the wicked. But when the tides change, the evil and horror may come, to stay.
Fire:
Wild and reckless. Is what most people believe. It shall come to destroy, and then turn around and leave.
But it also brings warmth, energy and light. Roasting s'mores and warming the cold, is what makes this element a delight.
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Poems Of My Journal
PoetryThese are just little poems I have wrote over the years. I hope you guys like them. I will add more over the next few days hopefully l so hang tight!