Altered Ecstasy
On sand I wrote
Memories and oath,
Each stroke of wooden stick I hold,
Stories blatantly untold;
You were standing there in front of me,
You weren't smilling, no trace of glee,
We were on that moment and on the sea,
I was blinded by your altered ecstasy;
Yes,
Wave,
Come and wash the sand of the unwanted,
Thereafter, take me, as I am a lover and the unwanted.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
