The ocean is a funny thing
calm if you don't touch it
silent, still, unmoving
yet it thrashes when stepped on
when traveled on to get to shore
Silent, still, calm, peaceful
It is big vast and beautiful
In the depths where Triton is said to reign
Lightning bolts to his disposal
he torments those who pass his territory
ready to sacrifice and unwilling to forget
Fierce and strong, ready to erupt
He stirs up the clouds paints them gray
Who is brave enough to
Monday, August 25, 2008
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I really like your poetry :)
hey thank you
this one I could not finish
I guess my muse is hiding :(
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