On My Way Home


On my way home,  I met a woman named Night.

 Her eyes were as dark as an empty void, her face looked full of  shade and rage.


On my way home, I met a woman named Summer. her eyes glowed more than the light of the sun, her skin was as bright as a light bulb.


On my way home,  I met a boy named Sunset.

His eyes glimmered orange, and his skin shined more than a million diamonds.

One Response to “On My Way Home”

  1. I love your poem It’s super descriptive! I love it . Maybe next time you could write a variety of body parts rather than skin all the time.

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