She could hear the whistles of the trains coming and going, but the deafening roar of a crowd had not reached her yet. The crisp air around her smelled like the looming winter, but that did not matter to her anymore. She was free at last.
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How to Write Poetry During Coronavirus?
If you’re looking for ways to entertain yourself in the midst of this crisis, I here bring you a really creative one. It’s called a “found poem,” and I’ll give you the instruction on how to create your own next.
Thirst
Accept my humble offering
For this altar of time
I have a way to end your suffering
And it won't cost a dime