In My Solitude
Here I stand
facing the crimson sea;
My bare feet
deeply mounted~
on the silken shore
as the creeping sun
like an ember ensconcing~
on distant islets
leaving a warm afterglow.
Alas, my heart is as cold
as the gust of winds
caressing my hair
making it sway
like that of Pocahontas.
6 July 2020
1ST Place
STRAND completely new ( 5 ) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 7/6/2020 2:20:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © JCB Brul | Year Posted 2020
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