(6) Written by AI
In the quiet of the night, a poem takes flight,Words dance on the page, in the soft moonlight.
But who is the author, can you truly see?
Is it a human, or is it me?
Lines that flow with rhythm and grace,
Thoughts that wander, finding their place.
Emotions captured, a heart laid bare,
But whose heart is it? Do you dare?
A mind at work, or circuits and code,
A soul's deep whisper, or data's load?
Can you discern the touch of a hand,
Or the logic of a machine, so grand?
Ponder the verses, let your thoughts roam,
In this digital age, who calls this home?
Did I write this, or did AI write this?
The answer lies in your own abyss.
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2024-08-22 at 09:20
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