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Half of being a good writer is grammar, and the other half is a healthy mix of patience and insanity. Welcome to my collection of thoughts, the product of sitting in a cozy blanket typing while rain pours outside. Not really, but I wish it was.
My first poem without rhyming, please critique!
Written By: Winter Galaxy
April 28, 2015
PROMPT: Open Prompt
There are people who see blackness
They see darkness
They see nothing
There are people who are afraid
Simply of the unknown
Of the vastness
Of the night
There are people who see stars
They see light
They see something
There are people who indifferent
To the sky above
The world around them
The night's glow
Then there are few who look beyond
They see colors
They see hope
There are people who are in love
With all the galaxies
All the wonders
All the unknowns
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And they are not afraid.