
Last night, when I was making my bed, I had a sudden urge to write. So, I grabbed a pen and went to town. This poem was written in probably a total of 3 minutes, so it's not exactly the greatest poetry, but I am pretty pleased as I wasn't putting to much effort into it. Constructive comments are always welcomed and highly appreciated!
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One shallow eye,
Be it black or white,
Will not see it.
They'll brush upon
Their velvet red petals,
And play in their green fields.
Missing our tarnished augment stature's,
And dull, jagged shrub.
We lead to open oxygen,
With infinite fruit filled tree.
They play in their world fantastical,
And die before us on bent knee.