Rampant
Wild
All at once
Its play
Is that of uncertainty
A desire
To dance unforgivingly
Demons of past
Warring with those of present
Storms created for freedom
And the loss
Of perfectionism
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
