Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The beauty of life
Output (English): pebble whitten lie in the snow scatter snowfall speckle the floor shamefaced people never speak something authentic flower loose their colour i ve say it's so pathetic little bird sang with their alacrity when predator agile their wing so desperately i have flounder tell the truth people ask me with debrief and thousand of proof everything have beauty just need a right vision to view it very heartly