Poet
On the Island of Nature,
I found fiery flowers floating
above me beside a lovely
lake.
On the Island of Mischief,
I heard an eerie scream
as loud as sirens coming
from someones vicious
prank.
On the Island of Books,
I found a pile of books
in the colossal library
closing in on me.
On the island of Tiny people,
I saw dirty dwarfs mining in the
huge echoing caves.
On the island of Murder
I saw bottles of blood
screaming for help.
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