The river flowed furiously,
As the birds competed,
Who would bring the A game in her vocals,
It was a game of give and take.
The wind blew madly,
As the trees danced savagely,
Some lost it and broke,
But she was mad,
She kept blowing anyway.
The sun brought in her own extravaganza,
She did what she does best,
She shone so brightly,
That she scared the big round rock,
And the rock laboured,
And brought forth little beautiful pebbles,
EXTRAVAGANZA.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
