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Short poem:

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it dangerous to have a mind that ponders?
Laying between four white walls,
Under an overcast ceiling that strikes lighting without the sound of thunder,
Instead the silence becomes louder.
But beyond these walls are promises of joy and laughter.
Looking out the window,
There stood an admirable figure,
Standing on firm ground then somehow gravity found a way to pull them down,
A kind of force that engraved the ground.
Then out comes a shout "I was grounded, how is this possible!?",
Then decided to stay there because they couldn't find a way out,
As doubt marked their face the hole they were in covered itself up.
But there was something sanguine there,
Small but visible to see.
Staring at it gave imaginations I could not believe,
And somehow it found a way to my cuori core,
But the feelings I felt between these walls made it almost impossible,
Like two mixture that contradicts the other,
And so I pondered if that's normal.

Description
Short poem:

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it dangerous to have a mind that ponders?
Laying between four white walls,
Under an overcast ceiling that strikes lighting without the sound of thunder,
Instead the silence becomes louder.
But beyond these walls are promises of joy and laughter.
Looking out the window,
There stood an admirable figure,
Standing on firm ground then somehow gravity found a way to pull them down,
A kind of force that engraved the ground.
Then out comes a shout "I was grounded, how is this possible!?",
Then decided to stay there because they couldn't find a way out,
As doubt marked their face the hole they were in covered itself up.
But there was something sanguine there,
Small but visible to see.
Staring at it gave imaginations I could not believe,
And somehow it found a way to my cuori core,
But the feelings I felt between these walls made it almost impossible,
Like two mixture that contradicts the other,
And so I pondered if that's normal.