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Structure Poem
Structure Poem
Taylore Moody
Falling
fast toward
the ground gaining
speed with every second as it
gets closer the world seems to slow
downit seems to be moving in slow
motion. With every inch closer to the ground
it gets, the more it notices the beauty of it.
Its almost to the rain soaked ground,
the sun comes out and the storm
is over.