The wind.
A locked rattled cage,
Trying to escape,
With no air to breathe.
The earth.
Deeply rooted,
Sad and disillusioned,
Wanting what was hers.
The fire.
It's anger blazing,
Passion burning,
Wanting destruction.
The water.
A split emotions,
Calm or dangerous,
Brings people on the edge.
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Eighteen. Macabre & Romance
Winter Leaves you blind Keeps you questioning Shows you pain Winter Is silent death Day; quiet, bone-chilling cold Night; howling wind through frozen trees Winter Gifts us with chilled powder Rids...
If I were a daisy Or a buttercup so gay, Children'd hold me under their chin And laugh the day away.
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