Echoes in black
The Sun screams,
"The storm is coming!"
Waves attempt to curl up and hide
Some don't make it and end fall
BAM! Face slam into the brown sugar (ground)
What's left of them is their last blurry wishes that are too foamy and puffy to comprehend,
The waves push the animals to shelter before being dragged into the ocean's shimmering surface,
Hopes of the weather being merciful,
But it didn't,
The strings chained
More than strained
Woosh!Roooo! Rumble!
The sky couldn't remain humble
Hermit's instincts kicked in
The child has a tantrum
Anger released
Calmness restored
Hermit gets out of a grave
It clutches with might to obtain a shell
A shell calls for thy and one takes it
It discovers bouncy, bright sponges and shells
The Hermit finally came at ease for another afternoon snooze
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
