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Yesterday on my photo assignment I met with some excitement A Javan Langur who was rather naughty I would also say quite haughty She had lovely dark hair Face a bit hairy and rather fair Ignoring...
Colorful rays fill the air. Their vibrant strands stretch for miles. Yellow, orange, gold are the colors that they shed. An evening ritual performed each night.
As I look to the clear sky. A blue sweetness envelopes my eyes. The sky serenely looks down. To my shining face of glory. And there to the right of the horizon. I see the moon by sweet daylight.
The scene rippled in front of me. A dark blue fog blanketed outside. Various coloured plants grew on the cliff to my side. Small creatures of all shapes and sizes swam past.
Behind these stone walls I look out at rolling hills The weather so changeable It does what it wills.
As I was lying there on my back, the soft prickles of grass touching my bare arms, I looked up at the sun shining through the gaps between leaf and branch.
A Family of Sparrows Are living in my house. Not flying round the kitchen, Nor perched upon the couch. They're living in a hole, you see, They're in the Bathroom wall.
I love the sound of rain. Here, hidden from the rest of the world in my cosy attic room, the rain showers down and completely surrounds me.
A pair of black birds live in my garden. Never leaving each others sight. They bob between the bushes. Finding worms in the undergrowth. Together they built a nest against my shed.
~I wrote this when I was 15 - We were focusing on descriptive language, so I came up with this. I couldn't use semicolons correctly for the life of me...
I sit there. On the beach. Scratching my fingers through the cool sand. The wind ruffles my hair. And chills my bare feet. The water is unbearably cold. Sending a chill down my spine.
I don't think I have laid my eyes on anything more beautiful than an Irish summer sky at dawn. So transient, ethereal. It reaches out to me and gives me warmth.
As I look out of the windows of my room I see lots of things. I see houses, lots of them inhabited by other human beings that could be looking back at me.