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Life


Personally

The sky is clear blue

When the rain comes it changes

To a gloomy mood

 

 

Love

Rose is beuatiful

But with its thorns, it cause pain

You will be injured

 

Dream

How cruel it would be

to stop a blooming crous

from living its spring

 

Bullies

A prey can be a 

predator, a predator

can be a weak prey

 

Rumors

Forest fire spreads

So quickly, it wouldn't stop

Even if you try

 

Problem

Polluting is bad

The more you pollute nature

The more it comes back

 

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