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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | |
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| | | | | Written for Colleen's 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge. All images were created using prompts in Microsoft Designer. | |
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| | | Microcosms of the universe;even in ashes or dustwe shall beone with nature.Yet...We are intruders.Destroyers of habitat,polluters of sky and sea.Determined to disturb nature's balancefor our own gratification;to our own demise.We don't belong. W3 Prompt #105: Wea've WrittenWeekly poet of the week, Destiny, prompts us to: "Compose a free verse poem of no more than 12... | ||