My poem

This book is filled with my different kinds of poems


3. The colour

the soul is filled with DETERMINATION 

The sound of of a fire engine rushing by

Smells like a blazing fire at the time of dusk

It feels like a ripe apple ready for eating

It tastes like a beautiful sun set along hand with a  nice apple


My colour was red

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