Another poem from me. If it doesn't show up above, you can just download it if you like and tell me what you think.
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Mind Over Music
Look at me,
For I am free,
And I can create,
Whatever I please.
A world of flowers,
Endless hours,
Frolicking about,
With super powers.
A world of love,
Peace from above,
Beauty coming from,
The gentle caw of a dove.
A world of power,
A gigantic tower,
Stretching into the heavens,
Here comes the villainous shower!
A world of evil,
Ruled by the Devil,
Where everyone is a tool,
No matter what level.
A world of violence,
Where every appliance,
Can be used as a weapon,
There’s no need for science!
A world of hate,
Cold feelings are irate,
Now the world shall always be,
In this horrible state.
A world of peace,
Where no one has to lease,
A moment of silence,
And all noise will forever cease.
A world of creation,
A pen and paper in every nation,
Creating a never ending depth,
Of countless imagination.
A world of hope,
Where everything is a note,
Music is inside us all,
And lets us freely emote.
When the world sings,
I can have ever-expanding wings,
Ordinary soon becomes,
Things beyond things.
If you don't want to stomach the hassle of having to download it, you can read it down below:
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Mind Over Music
Look at me,
For I am free,
And I can create,
Whatever I please.
A world of flowers,
Endless hours,
Frolicking about,
With super powers.
A world of love,
Peace from above,
Beauty coming from,
The gentle caw of a dove.
A world of power,
A gigantic tower,
Stretching into the heavens,
Here comes the villainous shower!
A world of evil,
Ruled by the Devil,
Where everyone is a tool,
No matter what level.
A world of violence,
Where every appliance,
Can be used as a weapon,
There’s no need for science!
A world of hate,
Cold feelings are irate,
Now the world shall always be,
In this horrible state.
A world of peace,
Where no one has to lease,
A moment of silence,
And all noise will forever cease.
A world of creation,
A pen and paper in every nation,
Creating a never ending depth,
Of countless imagination.
A world of hope,
Where everything is a note,
Music is inside us all,
And lets us freely emote.
When the world sings,
I can have ever-expanding wings,
Ordinary soon becomes,
Things beyond things.
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