Sunday, May 17, 2015

My lighthouse senses poem

It smells dusty and it smells rusty in my lighthouse.
It tastes like dried paint and old rusty wood.
It sounds like the waves crashing on the bottom of the lighthouse.
It feels like the birds flying happily on a bright sunny day.
It looks rusty and old like scrunched up paper.
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