Where were you?
I was lost in the sea of wonders,
Floating down the stream of roaring
Flowers until I stopped and found my
Way across the land of ideas. I looked
Up to a baby blue bird singing a tune.
I followed the tune until I came across this
The rock of riddles.
"Poor people have it.
Rich people need it.
If you eat it you will die."
"what is it?"
I looked up at the sky and shouted
"Nothing"
He let me in his doors of life and that's when
I realized I was lost and that now
I have been found
That my friend is where I've been.
About the Creator
Jakayla Gilbert
When I was younger all I did was write stories and poems. My dream was to be a writer but my grammar has never been good. I gave up on that dream until I found this and figured that you have to start small right.
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