Poem #3

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Again, by me




In the park,

The end of the day,

The warm sun sets,

Yet the children still play


Forever will they linger,

In that very park,

But no one can see them,

Until the sky goes dark


These children are lonely,

They just want to play,

No matter your choice,

You'll join them some day



(This poem was written on Halloween. I got the prompt [park] from a friend, and the genre [horror] from another friend. If you wish, I can write you a custom poem made just for you! Just comment a one-word prompt and a genre, and I'll write it ASAP)

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