Loud claps in the distance,
Webs of bright flashes,
Little droplets heavily falling,
Wind howling like a lone wolf,
Oh how beautiful,
So dark and mystical,
Feared and loved they are,
They can destroy,
But also create,
Pull trees apart,
Swell rivers,
Paint rainbows across the sky,
And so on,
Some can tell when a storm is soon to arrive,
By the change in the atmosphere's density,
And by the sweet scent of incoming rain,
These events also remind me of emotions,
Dark,
Angry,
And stormy,
Nevertheless, they're gorgeous,
Destruction and all else,
Why?
Because beauty is dangerous.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoetryThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
