IF I WAS CALLED TO CREATE A MASK
I would take the sound of
midnight wings flapping in the morning breeze,
the flying spell coming from a unicorns silver, sparkling horn
and the magical white snow from Mount Everest.
I would take the taste of
lightning jumping through the sky,
ice skaters twirling and spinning
and hazy mist licking an eerie landscape.
I would take the smell of
smoke from Apollo 11 thumping down onto the moon,
the fiery flames from an ancient fireplace
And the lava crawling away from a faraway volcano.
I would take the touch of
clouds as hard as the door to a deep, dark dungeon,
the sun as cold as ice cream
and snow as hot as chilli.
I would take the sight of
laughter as big as the universe,
BY Eleanor
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