"The Bunny and The Hole"
Bouncy bunny,
Travelling down.
So bubbly,
Jumping, no sound.
There it crossed,
A hole so inviting.
Looks left and right,
"No danger. Oh so enchanting!"
It went there,
They said no,
Off it gone,
Lights aglow.
First, red, lovely red.
Turns blue, blackish blue.
Too late,
It can't escape.
Pretty hole,
Ate its soul.
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PoezjaThey say poems are the writer's identity and secret keepers. It shields them from people yet are exposed. Poems are great wonders-- It is deep and very meaningful.
