"What do you guys think of this poem? I wrote it for poetry class and it was back like in October? November?
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Rebirth
Blossoming flowers full of bliss,
Giggling sounds as humid mist.
Reaching out to extremity,
With golden seeds swifting pass me.
But when Storm comes, havoc explodes.
Drenching these babies, turn them cold.
Drowning them within their own food.
Coating death on their living mood.
But their mother shines over them,
And elders drop water from their limbs.
Returning to bliss once more,
And their growth goes on from the floor.
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