Wednesday, July 20

Rock at the Seashore

I'm born of volcanoes
Earthquakes are my base
I'm engraved by storms
Seashore is my place

I laugh with the winds
To blue skies I talk

Lightening is my looking glass
With centuries I walk


Tempests are my trumpet
Thunder is my anthem

Knowing my temporal being 
At an eternal peace I'm 

My dear treacherous world
Go over your savage store
 What else you got to menace 

A little rock at the seashore 


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