Sheer red anguish across a clear riverbed
Harsh pupils rise above its moist glory
Crimson sky turning ever darker against the flying eye
His looming beams on tinted lash
My stars burn of passion and hurt
Globe moving faster, letting hurt to urning
I will return next oncoming eye
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Is sun, pretty much it.
- Category: Short story
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