FlowA Poem by Tamika Finley
Surfboard ride..
Comes along tide.. From which you can't hide.. It's not a monster under the bed.. Nor an imagination figment.. More like a storm or when it snows.. How it's hot in summer and winters are cold.. An occurrence being natural.. The sea's waves.. Refuse any tame.. If you didn't now you know.. That with the earth's flow.. Where the wind blows.. go.
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2 Reviews Added on July 20, 2015 Last Updated on July 20, 2015 AuthorTamika FinleyDetroit, MIAboutI am from Detroit, Michigan but I'll be moving to Florida to start my college experience in the fall. I love to read and write, listen to music, laugh. Sex and the city, Dexter and that 70's show are .. more..Writing
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