I know a place where rivers don’t matter,
Where everyday the ocean disappears
And before the sun can dry and crack the landscape
The ocean comes back,
And the sun goes down
And the moon comes out
And pulls the tide in again.
A contest entry
- rivers flowing... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 25, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Quite an intimate and confident take on the prompt and very impressive as well..love it..my thanks for your wonderful entry in my contest...


