The Fifth Element
Wind blows, Cool and strong. Relaxing our bodies And soothing our souls. Fire burns, All that it touches. Chaotic beauty, A blood stained canvas. Water falls, Shrouding all sorrow. Reflecting a perfect image Of this artificial world. Earthcrumbles, From the war, the hate! Burdened and hurt, It struggles to carry on... AndLove? I don't know love... I was built to protect, not to love, So there is no use for me other than this.
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Jinrai
I wouldn't call my poetry, "poetry"....
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