It rose and it fell with the fury of hell
It roared and it thrashed. It soared and it crashed
The force that drove it - seemingly infinite
It hissed and spat. Then it rolled out flat
It sat so quiet, the end of its riot.
The force that had driven it - was it spent?
Force of such kind, akin to that of your mind
When it gains the right bent, can never be spent
There it does roll -limitless
1 comment:
Oh Wonderful! Very picturesque. Even without that stupendous picture the very fury comes to your mind's eye.Hats off! The poet in you should flourish That is what we all wish !!!
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