In my creative writing class my teacher had us rewrite Emily Dickinson's poem Hope Is The Thing With Feathers" My poem probably doesn't make any sense but I tried my best. Here it is:
Love is the thing with petals
That sways in the wind,
And makes a dance without a rhythm,
And never stops at all,The kindest in the land is seized;
And put in the stem of my heart
That makes me smile brightly
Then it wilts and diesI saw it in the strangest place
And in the prettiest meadow
And in my lifetime
It never stayed with me
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