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"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop". Mother Teresa


Moonlight shimmers on the phlegmatic ocean.
Creating a whimsical billow of prose. 
On the zenith of the print's folds, as spoken.
The carol "Induces Sleep" by Seas' Compose
With a sweep of waves, echoing your passion.
Gloom made him unwise; life was a growing rose.
Red-colored ripples amidst the white-blue foam
The moments are short, and my love is now home.

Seeing the crest of crimson sunset ripple 
The azure ocean disappears after night.
And each time I get adjacent, I whistle. 
It's a cool way, yet tough in a high stake fight.
Earth is waning, and all are growing little.
I can't cross the lines, and wait for morning light.
Body, blood, and anguish are racing on board. 
Rainbow prism waves tendril moist to kiss the chord. 

Checked by: HMS.COM/ 11 syllables per line--Rhyme; abababcc-dededeff

Written: March 24, 2023

1st place contest winner 

Writing Challenge - 'O' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

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