Gosh I remember when he was small,
and when he knew things I didn't
Then he sat there over the ocean,
and gathered all his strength
When did he get so strong?
I missed him as he grew closer;
just barely grazing me
It wasn't till I saw the aftermath
that I actually began to notice him
How did I miss the bright dark eyes?
As he then whirled past me I watched
The moment flew quick, yet it lasted forever
I wasn't ready to let him go, but he still left
Off to chase the pretty sunset
Cause, who would want an ugly swamp?
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Ephemeral
PoetryAll of my poems that I wrote or edited for my classes in college, or just for fun.
