To the toes seeping through colorful sand,
To the bruises and the shaky flood of bloody coins vomiting from within
Falling onto the colorful sand
Stained T-shirt and hurricane hands
Crooked and overgrown nails
Waterfalls and overfilled bucket pails
Splashes against the tip of the ocean
Cherries floating and sinking the current
The nose but a paper boat
It will be pulled by the hair and slowly ripped by the storm's fingers
The surface inks a fusion of purple and red
The island and treasure hunt dead
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Poems with Jasables
PoesíaPoems 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?
