the Questing poem

The Question poem


What is lonely? A little girl cold and dull in the corner of a city crying.

What is small? A wolf pup playing and jumping and a mouse scrambling away.

What is large? Rainforest with elephants and a tiger hunting down its prey.

What is cold? The evil smile of a devil and the blood of a little boy’s cut.

What is hot? The dreadful scream of the awoken volcano and the lava burning your heart.


Harry p5

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