i love the kind of poetry that makes no sense at all. :')
as the sea flows right threw my toes,
i sit and wonder what will come next.
the thought in my mind wonders off,
like a cluess cloud.
the cloud blows away into the distance,
until theres nothing else to see.
my mind rushes with pain and sadness,
as the blue bird sits alone.
behind the bird the sun heads down.
the rays gently become dark.
the moon pops up and brings everyone hope.
hope that someday the world will be healthy.
then suddenly the birds stop chirpping and the wind stops blowing.
everything was peaceful and quiet,
just how everything should be.
Radical Toilet Community Member 
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