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A poem I did for a skewl project. I hope I get an A. sweatdrop


A veil behind my eyes.
A smile in front of my face.
The wind flies on by, and sweat is all I taste.

I travel by and by to see the land and rising sun.
The Golden serpants in the sky are faster than me.
Soon I see the Heavens above, the sun behind the trees.

I rest my weary self, and listen to natures tune.
There I begin to compose a farce fantasia of fantastic stories.
My pen takes me to tales of ancient and new Japan, of great times and glories.

I attempt to express myself through other styles,
but I admit my lack of skills is what holds me back.
It's something I love to do even though it's something I lack.

I soon lay myself to rest but not before sweet melodies have taken me away.
The tempo a soothing beat that keeps me calm and ready.
The voices of the people play through the night o'so steady.

I wake at dawn and continue my journey again.
This time with more learned and more to see.
This time with more to intake and to live more for me.