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Jeweled horizon The spring flowers fall dormant Wind begins its dance
Just beyond the horizon, I say. Just beyond the horizon, And then, I will reach you, And then, I will be able to hug you again, And then, I will finally be able to breathe again,
The page screams out A faintly blinking blank screen in front Of the pale face of the writer. She stares with list Disappointment at her failure to subsist on the great words of those
The horizon, So close to me Yet so far Away fro my reach The horizon, Just like dreams Just like hopes Only a mirage The horizon, Once reached
The soft sand warms her like a blanket A cool breeze flows through her hair The waves splash and smooth her spirit She views the horizon with love and care
His face was like looking at time itself Everything moving froze in his wake A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
You are an ocean of mystery: inexplainable, inexplicit, infinite I read somewhere that 95% of the ocean is unexplored
“Eyes turning red, focus on high. All signs of life, going black. Pulses dropping, breathing slowing. Creatures running in search of flesh. Screams are heard, from the distance.
I stand upon the endless shore, Gazing at the great beyond, Soaking every open dream it holds, Hearing its endless song.