Nov 2011
Water deep and blurry,
led by the waves of change.
Many things do matter;
many matters do grace.
The waves of change are hurrying,
down the windy current.
The waves of change are coming,
may you stay nearby.
led by the waves of change.
Many things do matter;
many matters do grace.
The waves of change are hurrying,
down the windy current.
The waves of change are coming,
may you stay nearby.
So, this is my first poem I've written. Never been much of a poet, but I figured why not. I doubt this is anything like what a poem is supposed to look like, but I'm giving it a shot.
Written by
Lucas Perry
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