Inception of FountA Chapter by Sir Drift & Mr. PulseRead and enjoyIn empty space came a light above a sleeping idea no one knew of from tact's and tills came out these four and little by little began to explore A trickling spark, a humid flame a feeling of warmth no one could tame It starts off small to grow insane sizzle, burn, fire is its name A cool breeze or rushing heat its melodies bitter, often sweet It carries faces on a fleet the swift winds that often meet Sway swish, splish splash acid rain from all the ash it cools and chills, swallows in a dash a tempest of water for waves to crash Pound hard, stomp loud strong as rock, shape of a cloud cling clash, shakes with sound make way for the quakes and ground tossed here, tossed there © 2017 Sir Drift & Mr. PulseAuthor's Note
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Added on December 26, 2016Last Updated on March 25, 2017 AuthorSir Drift & Mr. PulseWorcester, MAAboutMy writing is strongly based on science, culture, myths and fantasy. I do enjoy poem writing but short stories are my passion, I am developing a few novels as well. I am looking for any critique that .. more..Writing
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