Poems from PowerOfMind

My teacher is funny. He lets us work outside, When it is very sunny. He takes his job with pride. One day in class, He asked for a sonnet....
I was on my bed, Staring at the wall. I thought in my head, As I lay on my shawl. What is a thought? I asked myself. The question was...
The white midnight moon A lamp to awake critters Up till dawn then sleep Bright heat of great warmth Summers delight to every man Shine...
The night is full of bright stars. Moon as white as the fang of a predator. Who howls the call to all of his subjects? All arrive in colors...
Imagination is a galaxy, Full of wonder, life and mystery. Each planet an idea, Each bright star a goal. Creating a universe of colorful...

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