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A poet of the week by Eliza and Isla

On Monday, I stared at the horizon as the sunrise rose from the ruby red morning sky, glistening like the sparkling ocean while seagulls screeched.

 

On Tuesday, I glared at the gold, blinding sun as it shone in the clear blue sky.

 

On Wednesday, I adventured through a crystal cave that echoed with promises never to be told, as ombre leaves rustled  messages as they fell.

 

On Thursday, rainbows shone in the crisp cold snow as they hid behind the clear, cream clouds.

 

On Friday, the grey clouds haunted me, as lightning boomed down at me from the navy blue sky like a wave of worry.

 

On Saturday, I gazed at the golden moon as tiny stars surrounded it, shimmering down on me wishing me sweet dreams.

 

On Sunday, I found a glittering seashell that whispered secrets as the ocean crashed, and the sun set ready for me to start dreaming…

 

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