On our journey……

I met a girl called Winter ,

Her white hair felt as soft as falling snow,

Her cold blue eyes pierced my soul

as she sang a song of iced shards.


I met a boy called Car ,

He was riding a red flashy scooter the wheels

making sparks fly in the air.


I met a man named Fire,

His hair on fire,

burning as quick as a flash,

while he wore a red and yellow suit

and a tie the colour of a tangerine.

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