Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Where does my heart pump?

Where does my heart pump?

Where the sun fries my oily skin like bacon and eggs.

Where the trees sway their hands to say hello or goodbye.

Where Rapaki stretches its long body around the hills for people to run on.

Where beads of sweat run down my hair like soldiers fleeing from base under attack.

3 comments:

  1. I likeed it because It has got losts of detailing it and you have put time into it.

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  2. I love it how you put personification and similes in the same line it was really cool I could see it in my mind .

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  3. Liked the bacon and eggs you must like them

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