flowers are planted
soon to bloom
children are made
and spring from the womb
each one begins, on a special date
each one will end, and soon meet there fate
but each one will live,
to be beuaty, or to be corrupt
and it all depends
on who has the luck.
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poems and short tales
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems. Some dark, scary or sad. Some happy, silly, and fun. Feel free to read through these and comment on what i should make a story on, or poem on next.