Thursday 22 November 2012

The Beach is...

Grey socks, which are washed out.
Gloomy.
Isolated, nobody want to go near it,
No happiness what so ever.
Wind whistling constantly!
Alone as it has no friends,
No life what so ever.
A deserted sea.
There is only one word that describes the beach:

SILENCE

By Mam Penda Secka

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