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On the way to the park

I met a girl called Coral.

She had eyes like the 

Crystal clear ocean

And had hair that

was coloured an icy blue.

Every time she spoke

You could hear the ocean wave back.

 

I met a boy called Tsunami.

He was throwing himself against the buildings,

shattering the windows.

Every time he would speak

the ground would shake.

 

I met a girl called Autumn.

She had eyes that were coloured sunset and her hair rustled in the wind

Just like the autumn leaves.

Every time she spoke

You could see the leaves  shift around 

Like they were listening.

 

I met a boy called Lightning.

He had yellow wiry hair 

And every time you touched it

You could feel the blast of electricity.

Every time he whispered something

there would be thunder hovering in the sky.

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