Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Summer by Chishan


Is red like my hot bed when lie on my bed

It tastes like my ice cream when I go to the hot playground

It smells like my dog when he sits down
It looks like a ball as it hits the window

It sounds like the waves crashing

It feels like my dream about going to Rainbows End

By Chishan

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