Question poem

What are hot?
Burning sand beneath my toes and a crispy chips fresh from the oven.

What are loud?
A daring thunderstorm coming towards the beautiful,sunny beach and a rocket about to take off into space.

What are frail?
A glittering glass and a fragile icicle hanging from the top of a colossal tree.

What is cold?
The bitter wind blowing across the cold town,a freezing snowball melting in my hand.

What is small?
A grey mouse sleeping on the floor, unheard and unseen.

What is easily lost?
A diamond ring, the back of an earring and a precious friend.
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