Wet, wild, fun
So refreshing in the sun
The crisp cool breeze
Makes everything cold with ease
The droplets sparkle like flame
But without any of the pain
Each drop a jewel of wonder
But yet, unable to plunder
And yet, water isn't always fun
Sometimes it can be better to run
From the waves so huge and dark
And no way to build an ark
Under the sea the blackness holds sway
The waves strong enough to wash you away
But, the darkness isn't all that bad
There's still fun to be had
Droplets of water or the vast ocean blue
Water is a friend to you
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A/N
Hey guys, Cassia here. I was at a community car wash and everyone kept getting splashed with water, we had a fun time. Anyways, I took the word water and turned it into a poem.
Until next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
