On my way home….

I met a man called Sun.

His gleaming eyes like stars in the night sky.

His soulful singing  spreading ever-lasing light and joy.


I met a girl called Lightning.

Her legs as fast as a Peregrine Falcon when it hits the air.

Her feet thundered as she sped across the storm-brewing clouds.


I met a boy called Book.

His mind as advanced as an encyclopedia about everything.

His novel rustling closed as  he adjusted his round glasses.

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