I wrote this in Freshman year of high school, so don't be too judgmental of this poem.
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The falcon soared across the endless void,
below poppies swayed in the graceful wind.
The rabbit sat low, deeply paranoid,
His fear was unquestionably unfeigned.
In the distance that vast mountains loomed high.
Streams spread across the unending meadow.
A gust veered that path of a butterfly,
It then landed on a Black-Eyed Susan.
A meadowlark sat in the lone dogwood,
chirping a song of caring protection.
The meaning of freedom was understood.
The creature's lives were not yet declining,
Their lives were unpretentiously thriving.
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Short random writings
Non-FictionI will randomly write about something in my life, or something that influences me. I hope these are good and I hope you take your time to read them. Thank you.
