You are… by Yaashana S TJS
You are a plump pineapple sitting on a deserted desolate beach
You are Monday morning rubbing your weary eyes
You are scorching July shining your bright rays across the vast land below
You are the lush grass stretching beyond the planet
You are a lonely star illuminating the eternal galaxy
You are a playful husky strutting along Walton Road
You are a forgotten wish reaching down to Earth hoping not to be forgotten forever
You are as strong as a bee, as deafening as silence and as quiet as dreams
You are a lifeless leaf laying on the corroded concrete
You are a thick book fluttering your pages like a bird flapping its wings
You are the end
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