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The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
Array of sea glass arts meticulously displayed with pride. Framed art mosaics with hues of red, blue, green, brown... pink and the purple... the rarest…
The caveat is expanding chasm in the mountain— where raging lava forging through to freedom.
You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch
Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…
I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…
Through your eyes unimaginable truth resides Deep in the ocean floor’s unreachable tides. Lying down deep below,
By: Imrogue Warm water flows continuously... over my body endlessly...
A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.
Today, we build the stage out of cinder blocks. We’ll use a stick for her scepter and a sheet for her cape. Intertwined honey suckle vines
The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves
His lamenting soul Hoping for great redemption— Forgiveness awaits...
scrabmled words in her head ss-stut- tering, garbled
Whisper to me softly and caress me gently with your hope of dreams for us tomorrow... Let us listen to nightbirds
Rise Up (Alphabet challenge chime in) by Imrogue Albeit belittled constantly, defiant endeavors