The nun shout through the ballroom
Their footsteps harsh
Everyone would sleep and be anxious
I love the sherpa thing
We would dance together
and even cook when no one was near
But a blue sky came
Everyone was happy
Until it yielded a halberd
It wore a hoody
Everyone around obtained their canteen
The day came to an end
It was gloomy and gloomy day
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RastgeleThis is a collection of poetry accompanied with an image, all created using forms of AI.
