The Way of Life
Finn
4/18/13
Quiet is a black snake swimming through swampy sunken grasses
Dreams are blurry trees, speeding past as I fly
Happiness is red planets floating freely through time and space interrupted by gravity
Joy is white clouds dancing in the ocean of space
Pain is a red, white, and blue flag surrounded by black clothing
Success is a white suit visible on the space needle
Quiet is black stillness floating alone
I really liked your poem. My favorite line was, Quiet is a black snake swimming through swampy sunken grasses. Good job!
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