The clock
We have a
clock
It is fully
red
I always keep
it
near my bed
The clock is
round
I wake up
when,
I hear
its sound.
Now my dear
clock
is very old
I hold it
dear,
and feel as
if a
friend is near.
Indeed creative and nice, simple poem. You concluded it with an emotional touch.
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Good :) Keep it up !
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