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: Coldest Touch

SOLUTION: it be the cold night of winter the air fell so stiff and dead the star be dance spill glitter this form a path to where they lead the path be long a great big journey make up of agony and lust there come about a jar of honey with crusty spoon and lump of dust on the right stand marbled mirror on the left a wooden shelf on the top erode heaven with their god eat itself the path go on to further touch there come a demon from afar i bore not to believe of such yet he speak of him a lucifer this take away the frozen breath diminish moon for non to shine the gentle pale clump of death oh how i wish in it to twine the star now beg for compassion they be the prisoner of sky they be the cause of this attrition promote light on all the lie forgive them master forgive them once it be their luster it be their dance the judgment soon begin at once before the spiteful and the vast i now leaf through the make valance which top the bed thata's make to last the pathway severs in an instance the avaricious god now think consume all surround pleasance in the vicinity of brink the cry be hear within an inch they be insightful with despair the dancing star begin to clinch the waltz now put into a lair i close my lid so none i see of this vile carnage soon to halt i only beg for god to plea the sinful deed to be exalt oh dear master lucifer how can you grant this imperfection upon the good that you infer

PROBLEM: Windy day

SOLUTION: oh the wind so cold so so cold i love the breeze i love the wind day or night

PROBLEM: Rien Neala

SOLUTION:
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