I could hear the sound of the rain going pit-a-pat like my heart through my ears. I am unable to sleep. My mind keeps wandering around like a traveler lost without a map. I stood up and soon found myself walking outside the walls of the castle. Before I knew it, I was in the woods. I
had heard something strange
so I found myself running
trees became monsters
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Poetry
Poetry❝Poetry (n.) - literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.❞ Copyright © 2017 by Ara Bae.
