A very short poem I made for the Storybook Project
The Unknown
I am the unknown.
Right beneath your feet,
Yet far from your home.
Awaiting to be shown.
I wander the earth,
Not knowing where I roam.
I retain the secret,
Of my power's girth.
What will occur when I rise,
From the depths of time?
Will I be ignored,
Or a sought-after prize?
And for now I hide,
Lost in the layers,
Of my mysterious past.
Withholding my pride.
As the wind is blown,
I silently slumber.
So for now I remain.
I am the unknown.
Frogumm
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