But like any other love story, our love did not last. While earth took us in her arms in the past, whilst earth lovingly caressed humans otherwise. In the present, it has harassed us as if we were Pennywise. The touch of life used to give me butterflies. But for now, all I hear is earth's cries.
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In open ended words tis open ended world but silent scaled eyed inaction nor writ response may prove futile on time sensitive stride we fail, we fall we splatter apart and alone succumb so say it sing it and write it be thy thankful for poetry teaching those asleep to wake up to speak with action then strike the brightest star at dart to bull's eye an essay writ conquering far and wide it changes mind then ignites All Hearts Alike aiming ever high changing the world stride by stride ~~~~~~~ By Karijinbba All rights reserved
Experincing defeat makes a poet and poetess open ended wise to travel far