You are the sownd of a kangaoo jumpin on the sand big hapy.
wiv his friend.
You are the smell of my family making me happy.
You are the taste of nas warm milk to kam you dawn.
You are the memory of Masy playin tig wiz my.
What are you? By Bethan
What are you?
You are a colourful bird fluttering it’s beautiful wings in the air,
like a peaceful bulldog roaming around.
You are a meaningful, cracked mirror,
haunting and cursing me for seven long years.
You are the smell of grapefruit,
stuck in the abyss of the teachers pocket.
You are a cold fire freezing the Earth,
as if the ice age is happening again.
You are nothing.
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