Walking through a forest where trees glow,
Now those thing no longer seem to grow.
What used to be there was beautiful,
What used to be there was delightful.
These beauties of nature are now gone,
And are only words calved within the stone.
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Poems that rhyme
PoetryThis is just chapters full of random poems that I got bored and wrote 🦄 Pls enjoy😜
