So many hurricanes, who can keep track? It's as if Mother Nature is on the attack. For so long she has breathed in the toxins we spew, a permanent haze in the skies once blue. Her rivers of veins are filled with debris as she cries them to rise and wash to the sea. Attempts to cool heating in her body, felt she calls forth reserves - the icebergs to melt. It's only so long she can sustain our greed, as she fights, wind and rain, for her soul to breathe. FB, Instagram, Twitter: WVPoetrygirl
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I enjoyed reading this piece. I like how you personified mother nature with human qualities and feelings. This made the poem more real and interesting. Great job!
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