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May 2, 2013
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A warm breeze brushes through the air, it tastes of daisies and lake air
Rushing down to the dock, moving like the sunset escaping the sky
Jumping in the lake water that feels of smooth hot rocks

Cruising on the boat sounds like music blasting through my ears
Roasting in the sun feels like hot dripping oil falling through your skin
The hot sun sounds like sizzling cicadas

The hot wind moves in a slow easy way
Sun tanned skin welcomes you like the sunrise
And the night plays like a mischievous child

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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 6, 2013 at 1:46 pm
All the elements that a poem should contain can be found in this poem: similes and metahpors that come to life, personification, euphony, and alliteration. AMAZING TITLE!! I love the title. Couldn't have been a better one.  I felt, saw, tasted, smelled, heard everything you conveyed throughout this poem. 
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