The sun rose again,
another evening fell
Clouds couldn't mask the sun--he was blinded
Rose petals curled in baked masses, then fell
and refused to bloom again
Everything was dying.
The moon drifted away,
Night called for makeup
Beach shore, by the sea shore
He drowned
Everything was dying.
A single water droplet, hung
suspended,
splashed!
The pocket watch clicked counterclockwise
A silvery pearl
returning to the faucet
Everything was dying.
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
