The sky cries, the waves are mad. Time couldn’t fly by. The sun stays clueless, the sun was never bad. Sand clings, motion releases. The cycle cries, it’s gone mad. The sun is gone. All is not calm. Coldness spreads, the ground shakes once in a while. Is it just a trial?
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Author:
riri (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2026 20:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Emotions remain capricious.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Unpredictable is the word. Nicely imaged
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