The stars winked at me. The book read itself to me. The tree whispered in the wind. This pencil wrote the words perfectly. This computer has a mind of its own. Those cookies are calling my name. The car danced on the wet road. -Kali Dennis
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Rain Tranquil and Zen: Soft trickling on the roof You hear it time and time again It has just started to fall Grey and dark sky Wilted trees and plants begin to dance, As the wind excites them And the rain gives them another chance Soft but heavy; Perfectly steady I couldn’t be more happy I hope this day never ends -Amelia Flick
I took a stroll through the park. That did soon make me a mark. As I began to leave the scene, I couldn't help but feel I was seen. As I tried to escape that grip on me, I began to struggle to be free. That grip brought upon me new agony, as I began to fight so fiercely! It wasn't easy to shake the feeling, (or to say I was still living); I feel this pain so frequently that I'm beginning to lose positivity. The strength of a Breeze nobody can face -- not even those with the most grace -- is something that tends to go unnoticed, and leaves someone feeling their lowest. As the Breeze did intensify, I knew this time I could not deny it. This time I had lost my fight to something so very uptight. The Breeze had brought a sudden ease, as I felt my skin begin to freeze. I could not help but begin to slow, as the freezing cold began to grow... -Kalena Ayala
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