Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Rien Neala
Output (English): ti the safe haven for my soul a place of beauty free spirit and good will the angel of this place shall never let the dark seep through for they know how vulnerable my heart be i and other soul wander free from danger within this heaven's wall but if we stray from the gate even once we will be condemn to a life of torture this place this wonderful haven be a city of my imagination but through my writing and poem perhaps someday other curious heart will come to believe in rien neala the safe haven for young imagination too