Early on a sunny morning, while a bird sing the sweetest song, the sleeping doll trapped in a tunnel deep underground, i saw two kids fighting to rescue it, while the wind ask me are they heroes or driven by some jelousy motive? What change has
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I say a captivating poem and great how u picture the multitude scenes. Wow. Nice to read u again. Im a lady not sir.
I love the creativity behind this poem.