darkness,mystic beauty of any kind
dreaming and leaning in this awful fright
the ocean is turbulent
feeling out of control
so much to hold
thunder,lightning everywhere
tragedies, breakdown
everything is gone
some are scattered around
the howling winds
calling your name
telling you in vein
to come closer and see
the destruction it has caused
now you see people suffering
and pleading for salvation
but it's too late
the sacred temple has collapsed
to the ground
what is done is done!
it's now in pieces what once
was so precious and gorgeous
and the storm vanished
as for the temple the memories of
what once was beautiful remains
-Bri
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vivid memories
PoetryWell basically this is a book with a collection of poetry ...it's my mind's thoughts and feelings and my life..it contains many mood swings ...hope you guys enjoy
