StormA Poem by Lucas GrashaStorm She calms the waters on the edge of my horizon, makes the beach swept clean from its pollutants. Her lightning strikes fire for me when I shiver in the Black streak of Red nights; Her hurricane expels the Red from the beach, giving way to Her beautiful, Blue ocean eyes. She can make the golden waves flow and curl the same way a woman plays with her hair. Her Rain will fall, but I would whisper my comforting words to still Her sorrow, but I don’t know if She is listening. She bares such elegance, the pale clouds mixing with the soft blush of the early innocent sunrise. Her breath, Her soft and steady wind, how I long to hear such a beautiful song… they say there’s calm before the storm, but the Storm I am familiar with is the beauty and magnificence of this world… the Storm I am so fortunate to know. © 2012 Lucas GrashaReviews
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StatsAuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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