The flare blew cherry waves across a graveyard shore
Of the bombardment of fallen stars we dug our foxholes fast
Glowing reflections of brimstone reflected in naked eyes,
Her neck stretched as if hit from behind
With a bolt from God’s own eyes she flew without wings—
Golden amber burning hot I doubt she felt a thing.
Our sandcastle molds and wagon of chairs—Our makeshift barricade
The water rose with a vengeance long forgotten
To the minds of sunbathing sloth and the Sun’s fog
The smell of sulfur stung and lingered late into the night
I lay two flowers on the tomb on the dunes every summer since the sky was scorched
A red rose for the beauty I lost,
And a white one for my soul.
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Oh. This is a pretty cool poem that you have going on in here.
I really liked all the really colorful imagery that you used. I'm sure I didn't really understand it all but I think I got the general idea and I could interepert my own way too. I thought you did a good job of expressing yourself on this one.
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