The ground tastes like blueberry with a smell of burned pine,
But the sound of the red salty ocean is so loud
It keeps making me drown.
Whenever I'm lost in my dreams,
The ground keeps craking open into a world of red fire with a pinch of sea in it.
The lava of the mountain tastes like ice decorated with fantasy
It's like a layer of cake, just with a twist in it.
My world of fantasy is something you can't handle,
For it takes courage, to survive in a world so unrealistically real.
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Rymth of the wind
PoetryRymth of wind is a fictional poetry book. Unsaid words and thoughts bleeds into a blend of words called poetry. "All that is worthy does not glimmer, the words are played like a piano with shimmer and this collection of poetry is a glorious mess of...
