She hides on Halloween night
cause she is not allowed to celebrate it
but most of her friends are allowed
Her head dosen't know what she is thinking
and her heart feels like its beating as slow as a snail
Cause she wondered if her friends would find her sence she is hiding
So she flys and sores to the moon in her imagination
and she plays an instrument that
humans have never heard of it was flottesry
She'd start to play a song of hers
and everything seems okay to her
and the memories of her troubles of howlaween were gone
Then birds came up and flew up to the moon and started to sing
and her heart knew in that moment that was going
on was a true holiday to her
and then her heart would soar to the heaveans
Her hiding heart had dissapeared and she played
louder and louder with all the exitemennt a person could be filled with
she had realized that her fantasy was her life hopes and daydream
on a howllaween night
and her life was as perfect as a fantasy with no evil pumkins :p


Especially because Halloween is supposed to be fun for everyone, and this poem describes that it's not celebrated.




At least you'll do well in the contest! 


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