The old, abandoned graveyard was as silent as a a child reading a bewildering book
The stars glistened in the midnight sky like the shimmering sun
The pencil was as sharp as a knife surging into your hand
The tall tree was like an immense mountain towering above
The weekend is like a joyful ball of energy
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Well done the poem made me smile
I like how you compared the silence of a graveyard to a child caught up in their reading. It reminds me of when I get stuck in a good book and the time just seems to fade away. Thank you.