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Today I took my poetry personality quiz. I am a terza rima. I got the same poetry form last year so I haven't changed much.
My Terza Rima Poem:
The rain falls gracefully in the dark night.
It taps on the tin roof like a faint song.
I look out to see no life in my sight.
I hear the late church bells going ding-dong,
But there is no one around to hear them.
They stay in because the wind is too strong.
In the distance I see a glowing gem.
It rises slowly and breaks up the clouds.
It's the bright light that rain cannot condemn.
My Terza Rima Poem:
The rain falls gracefully in the dark night.
It taps on the tin roof like a faint song.
I look out to see no life in my sight.
I hear the late church bells going ding-dong,
But there is no one around to hear them.
They stay in because the wind is too strong.
In the distance I see a glowing gem.
It rises slowly and breaks up the clouds.
It's the bright light that rain cannot condemn.