Trees standing still as a stone
The Pencils are as bright as a rainbow
The air is ghost-quiet
The leaves are gliding through the sky
The sad,drooping branches reach to the ground
The hose curls around like a snake
The manhole covers go up and down in the elevator
The blue sky tries to hide behind the clouds
The brown fence stands tall.
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Tuesday, 20 March 2018
Metaphors about myself
Quentin Rees-Francis is a rainbow gleaming in the sky.
Quentin Rees-Francis is a dodecahedron standing as still as a stone.
Quentin Rees-Francis is a dodecahedron standing as still as a stone.
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