Blood lurks under water,
The sky is full of clouds,
Shadowing the daughter,
Beneath a doleful shroud.
Above fields of golden grain,
The sky shone bright azure,
Once peaceful for a time,
The weather lies unsure.
Blue battles versus white,
In silence far above.
Each exercising might,
with violent blows and shoves.
The billows will not stop
The blue is losing ground,
But no one's looking up,
So who can hear a sound?
The sun shines on the storm,
With pale, weak, winter light,
Which, far from being warm,
Fades westward out of sight.
The cold clouds think they've won,
They laugh in victory,
But what in haste's begun,
Can face hasty defeat.
When they least expect it,
The clouds will feel the wind,
In pride undetected,
At last bright blue shall win.
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On a Young Heart
PoetryA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
