Fire is hate,
It spreads in licks, ravaging the earth.
The earth is love,
It stays strong and constant against the toughest winds.
The wind is regret,
It sweeps for cracks in earth, fuels fire, and ripples water.
The water is pain,
It affects all elements, soaking the world, drenched in inner hate.
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry, an unorganized jumble of thoughts and feelings expressed through simple prose. Feel free to jump from poem to poem or read only the titles that appeal to you.
