I’ve been thinking of doing a poem for a long time and here it is.
Winter
Frost curls up on my window,
Like my cat inside.
I run my hands through the condensation.
I Whisper ‘it’s winter
The winter like sun shone through the Grey, Puffed up clouds
The grass is as moist as fruitcake freshly baked.
It’s winter.
It’s winter.
☆ Flora's Week Show ☆ 
Reblogged this on Fay Keenan and commented:
Rather proud of this 30-word poem from my daughter :). She’s been making her own podcasts, too!
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I like it! I think my favorite lines are:
Frost curls up on my window,
Like my cat inside.
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Thankyou! 💖
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It is lovely. I wish I can draw, then I will illustrate your nice poem.
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What a nice compliment thank you!☺
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