The old rusty bike lay on the ashy birch tree,
abandoned and left alone,
the bike handles bars were like horns of a bull,
no one for it to own.
the old friend
Your old friend leans on the old rusty pole like a old friend leaning on you. Your old friend standing beside you. Your old friend beside you no mater what.
The elderly bicycle
The rustic, elderly bicycle, Its squeaky brakes, Its metallic smell and the sweet taste of soap Drifting into the cold, winter air.
The rustic, elderly bicycle, The feel of freedom was held tight in its rusted heart, It willed to be free but was forever trapped in the clasps of chains, Oh how it willed to be free.
The sea and the sun!
Like the Sahara desert, the sun pushes the moon into a deep sleep befriending the sea, with the creatures it holds hiding beneath it’s ocean blanket.
Like a bomb blasting the sea explodes with fun playing with his sun friend and the stars in the sky enjoying the dark spying galaxy.
The old rustic bike.
The old rustic bike, Leaned against the smooth old tree Draining it’s energy from day to day sadly the tree was not free
The bike Was abandoned Two years ago And now the tree will not grow
The pedals The bell will not move Its all rustic And this bike will never be improved.
Hermione Granger by: Mila
Long brownish hair like spaghetti,
A smile like the sun,
Brown eyes like milk chocolate,
Red and yellow tie,
Robe dark as night,
You will always notice her in the Gryffindor common room ,
A Felix Felicis potion made by her ,
Freckles like sprinkles on a magic cupcake.
Inspired by: JK.ROWLING and EMMA WATSON
BY: Mila Tomev
You are
you are the deep blue sea deep beneath you is a coral bed were creatures lie with in the sand and coral bed.
you are an eruptive volcano high above spiting lava and killing people and crops.
you are a snowy mountain top your glorious snow is crunchy and white and could lovely and nice.
hair styles
You are the hair spray in the thin chocolate coulourd hair
You are the hot pink hairband in the golden swaying hair
Natrul nature places
You are the the crystal crunchy snow, layering itself high upon the steep mountain top.
You are the rotten ship, rolling and crashing heavily over the 10 foot waves.
You are the extemely dark caves, crumbling and flaking as it travles deep into the volcano.
A Smile, a taste and a look!
You are a flower, a smiling petal , happily drinking in the sun.
You are an apple, a crunchy fruit, bathing in the sun.
You are the… sent of spring, the taste of winter, the look of the glorious sun.
Oh come on my happy friend, you taste, sent, and look!
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