The sky, once a canvas of playful blue,
now screams a bruised and stormy hue.
The wind, a restless whisper,
transforms to a banshee's bitter shiver.
Waves, once playful, lapping at the shore,
become giants, hungry for more.
They roar a primal, angry cry,
tearing at cliffs, reaching for the sky.
Whitecaps churn, frothing with rage,
a monstrous ballet on a darkened stage.
Salty spray stings, a bitter kiss,
as the ocean clenches its mighty fist.
Ships, once masters, dance in fear,
tossed like toys, their fate unclear.
The churning depths, once a tranquil home,
now a battleground of churning foam.
The angry ocean, a force unbound,
a primal rage that shakes the ground.
Until, exhausted, it starts to wane,
leaving a world washed clean by rain.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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