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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Two wolves went for hunting, they found no pray. A tear came down from their eyes. Two bears went for fishing, they found no salmons, but a river full of tears. The pray not found was in the burnt wild. The salmons not found were in the polluted rivers. The tears they cried made an ocean where two men caught them in a net. The two men had nothing but tears and they went searching for gold. They found lands of gold They cried glory tears The gold's mine that made them rich killed the salmons. They've got dollars to spend around. Searching for gold bullion, we have no wolves howling to the moon but spreading metals to the woodland. Looking for salmons, the big grizzles will be a tear in our subconscious. We will be eating gold medals and wining burnt woods. Ashes in the air, many tears to cry. Tied wings to fly to another level, that it's in everybody 's mind. The two wolves found not rank to get their pray to hunt. The two bears found no reason to search for a river. The two men digging for gold, found no ground to dig on. We keep on digging into the wrong mine. Instead we should dig deep inside on ourselves. Not gold worth living beings Wasting time in a right clock where the hands move without stopping. The seconds will make you dock in the harbour where it will be a big tear in your eyes when you have to say good bye to what it really matters: the wolves howling a secret message to humans not to be heard. A secret song we will never have the chance to listen again. A mine of gold beings that worth nothing to many. It doesn't matter, many people think t's a way in the moon we can settle down Far from the sea, far from everything we raised, far from the land we know. A tear came out from my eye straight to my brain. As an indigo child, my tear went into the imposible, ending up with the feet on this Earth 04/14/2023 Constance La France Writing Challenge - 'T' Words - Poetry Contest
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