POEM STARTER
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
Grow
Wherever there is light the flowers will find it
They will creep up the walls
They will shoot up through the trees
They will curve and twist
They will embrace
They will lift each other up
Until night
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold,
A place once so magical now it hurt to behold
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