March 16- 2026
Musings on a Bench Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Nette Onclaud
~Placed Third~
Countries competing for supremacy, turn into heaps of dust and debris. Bitter pride has made the cradle still. Hearth, a smoldering charcoal Park bench empty and deserted No victor to stand over the dead. When it is over, nobody will be there, not even they!
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