Prompt: Choose a poem that you like. Take the last line and use that as the first line of your own poem.
Warning - This is when I need to say that I have no poetic bone in my body, but this is what the prompt asks, so I will try. This is just about the deepest poem I've ever written, but don't ask what it means cause I have absolutely no idea! :)
Poem/ballad: The beautiful lady without pity by John Keats
And no birds sing
Up in the tips of the tree.
For when they tie the string,
Nobody will be free.
So wherever we are,
With the silent birds sleeping,
They cannot be that far
For they will all be weeping.
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