A phenomenon is the
ocean's endless waves.
Feel one with earth,
and create a mystery.
Show me all that hides,
and breathes just to die.
White frustration calls,
as we write desperation.
Collecting our tears,
puts the sun to shame
playing this hollow game.
Stay one with what loves.
There's no such thing as escape,
a memory made to be reshaped.
A contest entry
- Title Prompts!!! by Unbreakable3.
500 points, ended September 10, 16 entries
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Comments
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I really like this! The wirds flow very nicely and you took the prompt VERY well god job and thank you for entering my contest!

