Trees sway
Not a care to follow
As the wind howls into the horizon.
Flowers glow
A light in the field of grass
With the sun shinning just above.
Waters trickles
Down streams off the mountains
Draining into a river of rocks and soil
Butterflies flutter
As the wind guides them
To a place no other will bother.
Ground shakes
Signaling a danger
Of the world above the ground.
Wind howls
Of the becoming
Of a severe weatherly storm.
People cheer
At the game held before
A moment held to keep troubles away.
People cry
As the world comes crashing
And burning in the sight before them.
Love flourishes
In an unknown place
Becoming a substance much more.
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Ink Stained [Poetry]
PoetryA collection of random, poetry. Some happier than others, some full of pain and sadness. That's poetry, full of meaning
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