Air
I feel the wind blow.
All the leaves are falling down.
A season now ends.
Fire
I think of the fire.
I smell ashes all around me.
The bridge has been burnt.
Water.
Drowning in my heart.
I taste the salt from the sea.
Tired of wading.
Earth.
Searching for the ground.
An earthquake can bring me down.
Gravity, let go.
About the Creator
T.D. Riyan
I've been writing all my life. From short stories and songs to poetry and full scripts. I've won several different writing contests throughout my life and recently released my first official poetry book on Amazon; The Boy Who Lucid Dreamed.
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