the animal fair

by 745350

December 17, 2018

there is a place called the the animal fair

were all the animals go

to play all day and have lots of fun

with the big red balloons.

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745350Feb 20, 2019

when i was little, i looked in the sky and saw nothing.There was blackness, no light, just drakness. It made me dream of things that madepeople happy.  so there brightness could come in just a little. i thoulght doing this would make me happy, but it got so dark, no one could get in.loney, loney,loneywhich echos in my head, the voices just won´t seem to stop it keeps me locked in my own sadnesswhen i was a teen, i use to be happy.I waited and waited but still no lightMy sadness never seem to go away when i grow up, My jaurney begins and all my worries disappears.

745350Dec 17, 2018

that's a great poem