When the sun sets in the west,
The colors run,
Like watercolor paint.
A cold goodbye from the sun.
As the moon rises in the east,
Who’s forever changing,
It’s second phase a grin,
One welcoming the night.
Goodbye's and Hello's
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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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