Jan 13
A swirling ocean of cerulean and indigo,
Comings and going's, ebbs and flows.
A sea of lapis and azure strokes.
A ship in a bottle tied with pink bows.
Rip roaring powerful falls.
Yet I possess you, harness you.
Rein you in and imprison you within my prism.
Settle to tranquility.
Your force a dying entity.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
