1 - Drawing

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He drew a jagged line
Coloured with red marker,
On a paper softened by age,
With a pen made of steel.

The world was finally vibrant,
When coloured ruby red,
His soul was at peace
Seeing the world so bright.

He played in a red pool,
Laughter filled the room,
The lake glinted angrily
Abhorred to the joy.

His mind was too fatigued
By all the fun and games,
His view falling sideways,
As he laid down to sleep.

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What do you think about it? Please comment! I want to hear opinions (:

Also, do you want me to explain some choices I made in each poem in a separate chapter?

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