Like the ocean before a storm

By , worcester, MA
Sitting in a new place once again,
I can't stand to stay in slow motion,
Don't like to be attached to friends,
I want to be like the constant moving ocean,
Like the lapping waves,
Going from one place to another,
Not having to be save,
To sit in silence with my green mother,
The feeling of an instant calm,
Before a great storm,
Settled with a gentle touch of someone's palm,
Then the soothing waves transform.





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