Mar 15
I adore a stormy beach,
Where hungry winds ravage hair,
Gnashing gleaming grins at ramblers,
Garish.
When the grey fills the sky,
As jagged as the water below it,
Creeping quietly with savage instinct,
Crash.
As the rain crackles down,
Eliciting delightful pops and snaps,
So many sensations to focus on,
Calm.
Inside my stormy head.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
