High above the green hill,
Was quiet rain warmth,
A child with a brick home,
Dreams there,
Crouched under a bed,
Wherein,
Below bougainvillea,
On the porch,
Is pain searched rare.
An interesting and well done poem! You've painted a wonderful poem picture of possibility! I noticed that by changing the last line, you can change the entire tone of the poem from one of sadness to one of beauty or joy! Bravo, poet!
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