Allyson Malecha writes, A young boywent up to his father,asked him,what is life?
A young boywent up to his father,asked him,what is life?what is a dream?Is life a dream?Is a dream real life?Is the world one large dream?The father was stunned,sat down,told the boy,we will never know,now will we?
Good poetry…
Good poetry, just not amazing. I like the part when you said “young boy” though.
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