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Poetry

Here is where you get caught The waves And the breeze Trickle your skin The beauty before the storm Then once it hits You forget who you are

The riptide

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by ineedissuestissues

by ineedissuestissues

I'm down by the riptide
Walking further in
Taking in the beauty
That comes before the storm

Here comes the storm
Instead of the weather
It is a person
She brings the lightning instead of a candle

She brings the waves
Instead of ripples
Sends storm clouds
Instead of sunshine
And sends roses
instead of daisies