Answer:
Am I dreaming?
It's quiet, though it crashes.
The silence of the tide.
They fly over it, but what do they see?
Do they feel calm? -- they see eternity.
The color of the tide.
Why must you feel afraid?
It's easy, see?
I can hear myself breathe,
I have no more responsibility.
The crashing of the tide.
I hope this helps! I just made it up myself.
Local Color Writing - is fiction and poetry that focuses on the characters, dialect, c<span>ustoms, t</span><span>opography,</span> and other features particular to a specific region.
Dew transforms ordinary objects into beautiful things.
In the poem, My Old Man, by Charles Bukowski, the speaker is a disturbed man. At only sixteen years old, he is already into drinking alcohol as a means of coping with depression and abusive father.
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