What are you

You are a lost cloth

stuck in a muddy bog

like a poor person.

You are a mean but shy giant waiting to be seen,for 10 years.

You are a sward shimmering on a nights blade, as it cuts someone .

You are the smell of a fresh banana, just been pulled of a tree.

You are in London waiting for some rain.

You are the glimmering moon like a football.

You are at the end of a rainbow, waiting for treasure but it didn’t come.

You are as strong as an ant caring an apple.

You are the end.

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