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The Memories of Music
I won’t even attempt to write a poem about music- poems aren’t me. I’ve never been good at writing them. But a block of text doesn’t look as pretty. It really just looks like a rant. And I guess, that’s what it is.
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Ode to The Elephant
Under the green jungle crown
you silently go,
Shimmers of light pattering
down onto your soft, worn skin.
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Growing Up
She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.
How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.
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In the Past
In the past, the greatest people in history were known for changing the world for the better.
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