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#3 of Poems
I have been unable to title this poem. So I have decided it shall remain untitled. My challenge to you as the reader is come up with a title. Share it or not, but I would love to see what people hqve think.
I sit watching the rolling waves,
The sea moves silently,
Reclaiming what was once,
Its domain.
The ground shakes violently,
I look to see Mountains,
Rising up and defying,
The sea.
The wind kisses my face,
Looking up storm clouds form,
Beating the mountains,
Into submission.
With another violent shake,
A moutain of fire rises,
The wind unable to subdue,
Its strength.
Its fiery wrath descends,
Reaching the rolling waves,
expanding courage,
beating the fear.