When I dream, I dream about what comes next.
When I think, I think about what will happen when I leave school.
When I feel, I feel like I'm in heaven.
When I hug, I hug like it my last hug.
What I wish, I wish what would happen when there is no school.
When I imagine, I imagine if there are going to be another war.
That’s what makes me the person I am today.
By Sefita
I like the bit about hugging and one day you won't need to go to school unless you become a teacher!
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ReplyDeleteI love this poem! You are an excellent writer!
Love Solana
Thank you
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