TASK DEFINITION: You are given a short text as a title. Your task is to generate a poem as output that is related to the given title and should feel like written by kids. The output should be a run-on sentence (two or more complete sentences connected without any punctuation). The poem should not be too long or too complex, because it should feel like it is written by younger person without high level of literature education.
PROBLEM: Sunset colors

SOLUTION: sunset color as high a the sky the moon come out the sun say goodbye a the sun drift away the moon say ia'll take care of the sky the sun come back to light the day the moon say bye a he drift away child then come out to play a they a they play on a sunny day the sunset come out color orange yellow red then i notice the sunseta's over my head

PROBLEM: The Wild Horse

SOLUTION: a tall proud stallion stand there in the field look out over the river where he spot a few bird run as fast a the wind he travel through the country side his mane flip wildly in the breeze lead the group to safety hide during the night camouflage within the black forest and when he run the ground shake when he neigh a new day begin

PROBLEM: Unbroken

SOLUTION:
she hide a ravine in her eye her broken dream compel her to but there's a certain cyclone i see in them and tear like a tycoon why be everything so dark in here everyone else be alive but she's lifeless this chelsea smile etch on her lip everything hide behind them the faith she use to put in you have slash down like rubble now all she rely upon be a canid her soul be too subtle she could give a glut of her emotion to them but the greedy need fire heart so nevious it's frozen so cold like a dead desire i could clutch her in my arm caress her lip observe her hair but nothing can fix she's shattered deep down and be vulnerable to all my trick her tattered memory ask me to walk away like she hat me i can see right through her wall she have build with fear and scream but even her breath be mesmerise although she wo n't get it she could slice her flawless skin just to escape from the fit but i really love you trap inside this mirror i can do nothing my flesh have rust to the bone but i be still live exist but not alive colourful but lifeless the irony ca n't be define they snatch away all her piece but yet she's still alive in this lie her lip would tell a thousand truth lie all unspoken but she's breathe today alive unbroken