Hands imprinted into the sand
Storm clouds biding in the heavens above
Raging tides fighting for command
Nobody seems to understand…
Grain by grain I dissipate
Higher and higher the tides rise
Crashing down before I could anticipate
Towering waves of death that foretell my demise…
The moon riding the mighty tides
Clinging tight praying these feelings subside…
What do you think?
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Wow!! This is great, but I'm said to hear you're feeling that way. I hope poems will get you through the storm, safely.
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Im glad you liked it and you are helping me to pull through the storm.
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Anytime, dear!
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this is very deep and sad. but I still like it
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Thank you for the comment. Love ya Maria.
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