Mystery Wave
An enigmatic and ludicrous wave.
Despite the seemingly endless love.
I am a soul weeping on the moon.
Place a step on the clouds strewn.
A mystery and a horrific dream
I am a random person on this beam.
Lonesome was lost behind the cloud.
Do my early days seem to be cold?
I'm sure the vision was extreme.
For an absurd and arising scheme
For things that have also existed,
that I never fancy being revealed.
I could have skipped any positive.
While holding one's eyes evocative.
No one on Earth shall inherit Holiness.
The impact of that sight on goodness.
As if sin was a key to his death.
Then there's the positive myth.
Create a seaside grave for me.
Maybe the waves cry out my spree.
Oh, those lovely springtimes.
Boyhood ceases, and sprains form.
And the process of glow has gone.
And all my enjoyment has fallen.
And a saner day went by our minds.
It's useless to me if it is time to discuss.
With emotions I cherished at the time.
I highly cherish my grapevine.
Written: 04/01/2021
Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsred by Constance La France
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