There is no cloud in sight,
to block out the setting suns light.
The suns rays reflect off of the snow.
Lighting up the wintery sand.
Silence fills the air, but there's no doe-
in sight, on this sun kissed land.
Melting
There is no cloud in sight,
to block out the setting suns light.
The suns rays reflect off of the snow.
Lighting up the wintery sand.
Silence fills the air, but there's no doe-
in sight, on this sun kissed land.
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To Be A Pisces
Reflected back at me,
I see myself through the sea.
My traits written in the stars,
I think back to the planet far from mars.
Where dreams weave themselves into reality.
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Submissions for Next Year's Challenges!
Here are some of my ideas for challenges for next year!
1.) Write about life on another planet in poetry or prose.2.) In poetical or lyrical format, write about climate change/rising problems such as that.
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