The waves came back
As if your footsteps coming at me
Then I heard your voice
Like how the ocean roar
Your stare, my eyes, like magnet electrocution
Staring at those, feels like I'm floating in the depth of the ocean
Still, I didn't know how could you ask me, why the sky was beautiful
For I cannot hear what you said, but seeing you is full of impossible
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
