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Literature Text
A full moon's not as great
When a man's fiddle plays a dark tune
It's rays falter and dwindle,
Like a old bird's last twinkle
The shore's rising sea
Only matters most to those who flee it
A kettle brews, hot steam whistles
Calling men who've lost their way
Cabins in the woods are haven
For a troubled soul in doubt
No matter how fortune is gained or lost
A whole community is riddled with question
Space is the entity that questions the brain
Never too knowing and never too lying
Facts can be deceiving,
Just like one cloud can be called for rain
When a man's fiddle plays a dark tune
It's rays falter and dwindle,
Like a old bird's last twinkle
The shore's rising sea
Only matters most to those who flee it
A kettle brews, hot steam whistles
Calling men who've lost their way
Cabins in the woods are haven
For a troubled soul in doubt
No matter how fortune is gained or lost
A whole community is riddled with question
Space is the entity that questions the brain
Never too knowing and never too lying
Facts can be deceiving,
Just like one cloud can be called for rain
Behind the mind of Nadia Cloud
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You use rhyme in an incredibly fascinating way. You just let the poem rhyme when it does; I can't figure out a patter, and I really love it like that. It feels natural. Fits well with the nature-based ethereal imagery, too! Which is gorgeous and quite chilling, I must admit