Alone

Kind of a spur of the moment piece I wrote today. Each time I rewrite it, I find some way to change it and make it better. Although the changes are small, they are there. Each chapter is one adaption of my poem.

Chapter 1

Origins

the color was fading

along with the flowers

flavors were gone

and waves became noise

all around were waves

pushing and pulling carelessly

slowly the waves engulfed

and she drowned in the noise

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