This is my sense poem about the storm.
I see outside furniture ram into the dark grey walls
I hear the candles crackling creepily
I smell the bitter sting of smoke
I taste the damp cold air of the misty house
I touch the hollow wet walls of the gloomy garage
It makes me feel hollow inside.
You have used some awesome alliteration here, Benny. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you used the word ram. :)
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