Challenge
Take a book off the shelf. Any book. What's the title? Write a poem with it and then tag me @Famewriter
Poems only!
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Without a Guide, they wander
Wailing soft sad tones into the howling wind.
Light comes and lights their way,
The rising orange sun tasked with collecting them.
I lived near a cemetery once,
And heard the lost souls wander towards the light.
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