What is your purpose?
Even I don't know this...
She lies down gently on the bed,
Hugging her knees and resting her head...
A chime danced back and forth,
stunning her ear-drum...
What is a genius?
More than obvious...
Does anyone believe anymore
That a Dream is worth fighting for...
The cold, dark silhouetted barren hills,
Lit only by the pale yellow moonlight...
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
there she stands, proud and tall...
(For a contest, the rules are at the bottom)
A Robin Redbreast...
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i will hunt you to the deepest reaches of earth...
All of the pain,
All of our tears...
The boy can't see her
Who helps him to class every day...
Leaping for the stars when all the world is...
Climbing over rooftops and clouds of fear...