Mariecar Mendoza

The sun begins to rise

Its rays kiss the grass

Still asleep under dew blankets

The blankets melt away

The color comes alive

And moves in the wind

And rolls like the sea

A sea of temptation

Virgin maids luring one in

Into a world of ecstasy

Falling into the sea

Drowning in delight

Under the new dew blanket

One becomes trapped

But does not struggle

For this form of torture

Is what we live for.

– Ashley Elizabeth Navarrette

Animal science freshman

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