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I want a beautiful field
Where i can run.
I want a flowing river
Where i can swim.
I want a nice pen
By which i can write a poem.
I wish i were a poet.
Image
A butterfly and a dragonfly
I wandering to catch them,
with a jar a colorful
To capture it making fun.
God makes a rule
A right to alive at large
I am returning home
With a empty jar.