The classrooms were bright with daylight,
tinted windows set near the ceiling to protect,
the dazzle of the desert sun, in alternate oranges and blues,
the color of wind swept sand,
was steadily around subtle change,
to touch his mood,
back through empty buildings,
she no longer felt,
a different desert scene,
distant pals that seemed to be etched,
on the shimmering air,
another a dramatic stretch of wild panorama
The poem I wrote had a message, theme, and
main point. The message was that sometimes
in "classrooms" or life our minds are like a desert empty
but filled with meaningful thoughts. The theme is the
beauty of thoughts.The main point is that we shouldn't
be afraid to wonder about the world because everything
\ you think of is wonderful in its own way, like a desert.
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