07-06-2021, 12:28 PM
Sorry but how do I get rid of these fonts and these = signs?
Welcome, PIM
Not sure what causes that formatting code to show up. I've seen it happen to other posts. Most likely something to do with the source document. What word processing software did you use to write it?
Anyway, Here's a clean version you could copy and paste into your original post:
From an orbiting piece of sphere-shaped grass.
There are children playing along the rotation
of the sun, where others are flying kites.
And seeing the rest of the stars in the night sky
From an orbiting piece of spherical terrace.
One sits there thinking of the Book of Dreams.
What that is is a book that can transport others
to distant, twisted, places in the world.
The girl thinks to herself of a plane across time.
Wherever it is, it is someplace, thinking of dreams.
Her wavy brown hair smells like reeds
and is inviting other kids on the spherical grass.
And as she reclines on her back over the night.
She hears the scoffing of other people outside.
The voices so high in her ear she became enamored.
And so, the orbiting piece of spherical grass
bends and whirls, conjuring a knot of funny words.
coming out of her mouth, oh—know the Book of Dreams.
She sits there still remembering the Book of Dreams.
I will come back later with comments.
Welcome, PIM
Not sure what causes that formatting code to show up. I've seen it happen to other posts. Most likely something to do with the source document. What word processing software did you use to write it?
Anyway, Here's a clean version you could copy and paste into your original post:
From an orbiting piece of sphere-shaped grass.
There are children playing along the rotation
of the sun, where others are flying kites.
And seeing the rest of the stars in the night sky
From an orbiting piece of spherical terrace.
One sits there thinking of the Book of Dreams.
What that is is a book that can transport others
to distant, twisted, places in the world.
The girl thinks to herself of a plane across time.
Wherever it is, it is someplace, thinking of dreams.
Her wavy brown hair smells like reeds
and is inviting other kids on the spherical grass.
And as she reclines on her back over the night.
She hears the scoffing of other people outside.
The voices so high in her ear she became enamored.
And so, the orbiting piece of spherical grass
bends and whirls, conjuring a knot of funny words.
coming out of her mouth, oh—know the Book of Dreams.
She sits there still remembering the Book of Dreams.
I will come back later with comments.