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Life sprang upon I
The sun, I felt upon me.
It's radiating beams bounce off my face.
As I spin in the open field of green,
I feel free.
The wind blows gently.
I am home once more.
How I wish I could visit more.
The children dancing in the open remind myself of a younger me.
A voice calls to me gently.
A smile forms across my face.
This feeling is new to be free.
Something lurks over the yonder green.
I approach the green.
I feel like I have come back to this place once more.
This creature I see takes my feelings of being free.
It's looking right back at me.
A tear falls along my face.
I get closer, gently.
This creature gently,
Touches me with its emerald green,
Eyes. His face,
Is consumed of more ,
Scars than me,
Or you could dream. I don't believe he is free.
I could see he was not free,
Because of the bound up chains. Gently,
I try to remove them. This makes me,
Upset because I can't do it. The green
Under his finger nails is scary me. I wish to help him even more.
We are face to face.
He's so dirty. His face
is sad. He wishes only to be free.
I tug on his chains more and more.
He claims I'm doing so anything, but gently.
However he is surrounded by the most enchanting green.
He seems as if he is enjoying this to me.
As he escaped, life came more face to face.
I realized it was just me inside my own head and I was not free.
I gently sat and looked around my green bedroom.

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In my creative writing class, we were asked to write a sestina poem. A sestina poem is a poem containing six stanzas of six lines and the last sanza having a final triplet. All of the stanzas have the same six words at the end lines in six different sequences that follow a pattern. The pattern is
1. ABCDEF
2. FAEBDC
3. CFDABE
4. ECBFAD
5. DEACFB
6. BDFECA
7. (envoi) ECA or ACE