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Rock poem

April 8, 2016
By Camile_blu BRONZE, Oxford, Alabama
Camile_blu BRONZE, Oxford, Alabama
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Where the water use to stand, 

there's nothing there now but rocks and sand.

 

Rocks on rocks on rocks,

there is life near them.

Their hard cores are not letting the sand breathe.

 

It's cold, it's wet and dead under the blue sky,

iff only the rock could move 

it would not kill the life.


The author's comments:

The rock inspired me to write a poem about how it is.


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