MARAE POEM
The fog climbs over the sunrise
while everybody is sleeping
making it like a storm
striking
slashing
scratching at the sky until it is fully gone.
Then the sun starts to rise
everybody has awoken
the sun is boiling burning
blazing.
Nice poem Ryan. I really like the unique way you put together your poem.There really is nothing else for me to comment on. Maybe you could work on a bigger vocabulary? Arly.
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