Here is 1 of the poemz i made wen i was 9.It doesnt rime.
I wake up in my room,
Everything is cheery and bright except 4 my shadow that flies in the wind,
It flows over me like a ghost,It stalks me every day,
It has my shape like its my twin,
It seems very1 has this problem because they all act strange,
Its as if some1 is watching them every night and day,
Some shadows r nice,
But mine is not,
It is frightning,
Not something u would turn 2,
It flies in the wind like a spirit,
every hour on the hour,Every night,
Every day,
My shadow watches me,
It wont leave me alone,
Its like it wants 2 take me away,
Shadow,Please go away.
Again i made this wen i was 9 so itz not that good.This poem is called "Shadows That Fly in the Wind".
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I wake up in my room,
Everything is cheery and bright except 4 my shadow that flies in the wind,
It flows over me like a ghost,It stalks me every day,
It has my shape like its my twin,
It seems very1 has this problem because they all act strange,
Its as if some1 is watching them every night and day,
Some shadows r nice,
But mine is not,
It is frightning,
Not something u would turn 2,
It flies in the wind like a spirit,
every hour on the hour,Every night,
Every day,
My shadow watches me,
It wont leave me alone,
Its like it wants 2 take me away,
Shadow,Please go away.
Again i made this wen i was 9 so itz not that good.This poem is called "Shadows That Fly in the Wind".