W.S.F.T.M
Okay. So this thread is for whenever I feel bottled up and just want to write about something, long or short. Most things will probably remain unfinished, but I just want to write. xD
This is a poem sort of thing I am making from my mind right now. It doesn't rhyme.
All alone I run long ways
Past hills and trees and running still.
To find the place that I can go,
All alone.
No, it is not real,
I made it up; it is perfect for me.
Quiet and peaceful,
No interruptions,
Let my place stay secret.
I finally find my wonderful place,
I run through the meadow
Where the flowers grow,
To the tree,
The wonderful tree.
Underneath is a wooden bench,
With comfortable cushions,
Row on row.
It is protected from sun and heat,
by the big plain tree.
I sit upon the wooden seat,
Leaning against the soft pillows.
I take my book from my bag,
And read in the absolute quiet,
Letting the birds fly above me.
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