As the waves crash,
While the sand is being disrupted,
When the skies erupt in shadow,
So that clouds fill up like buckets,
The ocean storm is fierce.
As the sun peers from behind the clouds,
So warmth can hug the skies,
While the waters become smooth again,
When shyness is where the waves hide,
The ocean is at tranquility.
Poetry = <3
ReplyDeleteAnd momma and I agree that you have a gift for it.
Awh, thank-you and your mother (:
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