The World

I made my own form of poetry, the first two lines rhyme, then no rhyme, and then repeat the fist line again.

 

do you see the world the same as I

As we stand here gazing, up at the sky

We're all standing at the edge of the earth

We need to fall, again and again

yet we can't seem to learn

to love and not destroy

We live to die

and kill to live

 now you see the world as same as I

As we stand here gazing, up at the sky

The End

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