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On my way home…

                                   On my way home…

                            By Tayla

On my way home I met a girl called Perseverance.

Her skin was tattooed with scars,

Eyes filled with relief.

Relaxed,she shares her words of wisdom,after a long war against her doubts.

 

On my way home I met a woman called Snow.

Her hair was as white as Christmas.

Her hands are as cold as ice.

Excited,she skips through the freezing snow scooping up snow balls as she leaves footprints behind her.

 

On my way home I met a boy called Flame.

His hair as red as a spark,

His hands are as hot as fire.

Calmly,walking through the streets on a hot day he spreads sadness like a fire.

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