I am in the desert hiding from war
There are brutal heat waves
Touching the sun in my imagination
In the distance, a volcano preparing to erupt
boiling magma from the near-by volcano
I fantasise a giant wave to take me there.
I Wrote this poem in a group, we had to use the words War, Brutal, Imagination, Erupt, Magma and Fantasise.
Great word-hoard, and this works well as a result of being written collaboratively. Lines 4-5 might need some reworking.
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