In a park,
Suffering writer’s block,
Like I lost my key to the lock.
I sit under a tree,
Hoping to turn my pain into poetry.
Trying to find my melody,
Yearning to be free,
Wishing to flee,
Watching children play with glee.
I think of times when I was three,
Grew into a girl with a degree,
Can't believe how life could be,
So pretty,
Love surrounding me,
Like waves embracing the sea.
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