Monday, August 5, 2019

poem




TheSmoke the trees the volcano the snow The Rock smoke
The volcano is  puffing smoke out The smoke is filling up the sky 
Boiling hot steam The cold mountain snow 













The smoke hovering across the trees
 the volcano slowly Puffing out  smoke
 filling in the Sky the cold Snow
 slowly going down the mountain
 the Rocks slowly being visible

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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 6, 2019 at 10:48 AM

    Hi Vann Why is there a table there is it supposed to be there or is it miss placed by the way I like your poem and I like the starting part, the smoke hovering across the trees, and you forgot your labels.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 6, 2019 at 10:52 AM

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