Wind twists and turns
it runs rampit,
letting the smell of salt fill your nose.
The morning golden sky,
stark contrast against the deep blue
making you wonder what you would do.
If you only knew
what tomorrow would bring for you.
Something so powerful and mighty,
turned to mist when she hits the rock
like all things great,
She won't go quietly.
You'll hear her for miles
Her powerful roaring song.
She sings and cries knowing
forever more,
it's not her time.
For empires were built around her
just as quickly as they fell.
Yet she remains constant.
She grows bored with eternity,
that's quite plain to see.
There's the reason she smashes
against the rocks
for she knows.
It will never be more mighty than
She
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Understanding Beauty
PoesiaI need a place to let my creativity and thoughts flow. I place where I can be myself and not be judged. This book is about everything humans tend to go through... In other words it's about shit I'm going through and things I'm thinking okay. It is a...
