On The Way Home…

One the way home…


I met a boy called Summer,

his teeth were as shiny as the sun,

his eyes were like fire shimmering in the sunlight,

his skin sizzled in the air.


I met a girl called Winter,

her eyes were like frosted glitter,

her breath was as cold as ice,

her skin was as soft as snow.


I met a girl called spring,

her hands were as soft as flowers,

her eyes were like newborn trees,

her teethe were as hard as a tree trunk,

she spoke softly like a butterfly.

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