I returned to the Pacific Ocean
for a last time lost in hope, to see
a better shore, where I sheared sheer
waves and to my eyes which were deeper
with red shine, blessed me with no choice.
I returned for a last time
to search for those letters might
had been damaged with all the pressures.
The pacific that never was mine, showed
me some more signs, my fingers got
a sharp ring covered in sweet pigment.
When I heard the hunger, the palace of never-ending memories.
I dived into the end, to feel for a second.
The graveyard of filthy joy, cried for me
to revisit and I saw my bones
worshipped by secular artists, to them I never carried any proof.
The pacific ocean clasped my hands,
threw my boat away. So I snaked down,
crossed my arms...
- The Plutonic Wrath (Shreya Barai)
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IMAGINING THE LIMITLESS
Poetry*WARNING* These poems may open the doors of limits as imagination has no beginning nor does it has any end :} And may create a different world of your thoughts, feelings... Read and discover the tales of an illusionist. :) Hope you all will like the...
