Rocks catch not water, nor water holds the rocks
For when they meet they slip onto each other.
The sun and moon cannot light the same side
Thus day and night cannot kiss each other.
On desolated shores far from renounced world
At the break of waves longing refrigerates
Sculptured onto me, the posture I embrace
Passion haloed at the horizon, thus we unite.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Weird Art by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended June 25, 2007, 10 entries
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This is very nice. It is well written and it paints a very vivid image. It is a great ake on the image that you were provided as an inspiration. You have captured the essense of the picture in short but very descriptive poem.
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