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We had to write a poem about colours in a English lesson, and I shocked myself! Look at what I wrote, and don’t worry about what I mean with it, I only tried to use as many colours as I possibly could. Am I got a talent or who?

Here it goes, my amazing poem!
And I call it … Colour poem?

In the winter,
blue and silver,
she felt a shiver.
Look up at the eternal darkness,
no bright yellow stars,
to guide her home.

She would be dead,
black, blue,
dried in blood.

The once so reddish brown dirt,
frozen, icy blue. Turned hard.

Then summer comes.
Warm.
Bright green grass, blue sky, red sun.
The sickly green faces,
of the crowd.

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