Air
pushes, pulls, whispers.
It is always there
yet it is somehow
intangible
just a wisp away
from blowing you down.
Fire
burns, brightens, licks.
It is dangerous, volatile--
a deadly beauty
few can control.
Water
swirls, splashes, cleans.
It can sooth
and hurt.
It is something
impossible to grab.
Earth
grounds, settles, relaxes.
It changes rarely, slowly
and moves only when needed
and it is easy
to hold.
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Poetry from my Soul
PoetryPoems (mostly free verse) that I write when I feel that I should. Thanks to @BrandonMull_Lover (https://www.wattpad.com/user/BrandonMull_Lover) for the inspiration. I try to update on a semi-daily basis. The chapter header photos are a photo of the...
