The Silver Hollyhock By Dylan Bell
The Silver Hollyhock’s petals are as shiny as a mirror reflecting the sharp beams of the sun of Saturn into my eyes.
The scarlet Lily’s roots were like a splash of fresh blood in the freshwater pond.
The sapphire tree’s bark were as blue as the Mariana Trench in a tsunami.
The stained-glass Tree is like a 3D illusion of a painting.
The Martian Heather swayed like drunk men singing at a party.
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