The water stands still, almost hesitant.
The breeze has dissipated, leaving a tug of heat.
A comforting heat blanketing every movement.
The world is stopped, leaving the world happy and calm.
A trick
A dirty trick the calm taunts before you
The waves crash, building up speed.
The wind sends flurries of leaves and sand cascading,
Cold
Cold
Cold
The world is a whirlwind, snatching any comfortable heat it had earlier offered as a gift.
The heat had just been the calm before the storm.
this is okay.
this is fine.
this is normal
This is just what the calm before the storm leaves as the wind carries it into the distance, leaving a taunting laugh as the world you had grown a liking to fades.
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Poems And Short Stories
PoetryThis is just going to be occasional vent poems and some short stories that aren't long enough for its own thing
