Water was the first
Chaotic waters of death
A canvas to paint
//
Drawn up from the sea
Treacherous land, dry, arid
To build and live on
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Then the wind to blow
Storms, gales, lightning, thunder, fear
Fill our lungs with air
//
Lastly, fire to burn
Burning all life to ashes
Keeping our hearts warm
About the Creator
Nicholaus Brownlee
As one could tell from the fact I am here, I am an aspiring writer. I hope to one day publish a book I am writing, and writing here is great practice!
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