The smell of petrichor
fills the breezy air,
while I sit here
and stare at the green shell
of a reptile so cute and sweet.
Laying eggs of a hundred or more
in the gritty sand.
Looking at your bald head,
makes me think of a wise old man.
Your life can be depressing,
knowing that only 2% of young
will make it to be adults.
Blindly swimming into fishnets,
makes your home dangerous.
Slow and steady wins the race,
so be proud that you
are a creature of the sea.
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Gone
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written. There is really no specific theme, I just write my feelings out and turn them into poems. I hope you guys enjoy, please vote and comment :) Love you all!! Don't be afraid to let me know what you guy...
