In poetic world
The moon continues
To stay round
Everywhere
All the time.
In poetic world
The sun dares not
To set anywhere
At anytime.
In poetic world
Flowers are there
And always afresh
Fruits are sweet, and
Life is beautiful and filled.
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Hi you, if you have nothing better to write, go to bed early and sleep, get inspired but dont write for writing sake. we are no fools to read baby poems. Be honest to your work and to your reader friends, please.