The smell of the fresh wind as it goes up my nose, the cool breeze as it flushes threw my hair. I see over the ocean, I can here as the planes goes of, the engine is working, I can here everyone cheering, the birds are chirping.
Showing posts with label My Sensory Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Sensory Poem. Show all posts
Monday, 18 December 2017
My Sensory Poem
The smell of the fresh wind as it goes up my nose, the cool breeze as it flushes threw my hair. I see over the ocean, I can here as the planes goes of, the engine is working, I can here everyone cheering, the birds are chirping.
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