lonely, born in the ecstasy this root of blood; walk away into the forbidden, unmade road split and wounded
There is only one week left until my poem collaboration closes. The theme concerns of freedom, how it impacts you, and what it means to you. It is a collaborative effort from the WordPress Community to create a poem all together during these trying times and social isolation. It will end on April 29th, 2020, not accepting any submissions after April 30th, 2020 at midnight (EST).
nude into the enraptured forbidden sea, behalf the whisper, its madness in autumn at its wake, unknown into the burial of yellow roses, in the tears of ghostly sands, tossing from forgotten sea light silhouetted against torn anamnesis