POEM STARTER
Submitted by 'a.'
It’s been five years since you have seen the moon, five years of never ending sun...
Desolate
Endless daze, dust and heat bake every inch of my skin. Plants wither, eroded and dried, rain a forgotten hymn.
The tides retreat, desolate shores, no encounter to be seen. My circadian rhythm shattered, sleep, a distant, fading dream.
The sun, a tyrant, blazing bold, scorches the world in endless day, no trace of darkness, no respite, no shadows left to play.
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