March 23, 2017
By Yitzel BRONZE, Thornton, Colorado
Yitzel BRONZE, Thornton, Colorado
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I hear the crispy leaves beneath me crunching
The wind wheezing through my hair.
Rain drops going splish splash
As they penetrate the ground.

I sense the waves crashing
Sweeping through its target with a swoosh.
Walking along the damp, coarse sand
That attaches to my sore toes.

I smell the sweet, pleasant flowers surrounding me
Blooming under the scorching heat.
Trees overshadowing its enemies,
Creating a crisp shade
Like skyscrapers on a cloudless day. 

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