Strike
There was a strike in my class .
A crowd of students pushing each other.
I want to go first and see the show.
Inspiration of another kind led to something else.
Shells on a beach together sealed in place.
Waves so high making a great display.
A little precious thing that was born on this day.
Joyful playing times but I can’t remember any.
A useful ink pen that wrote a journey.
A pocket that had a hole that I couldn’t see.
The clouds are crying water is falling from them.
The world is speechless know but I can’t hear.
It doesn’t matter tomorrow will come they will speak again.
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