Blue water opens the eyes every day
In the beach the yellow sand looks plentiful
Every morning I smell the delicious corn
Nearby the hot fritter comes, quickly!
The rough snail sitting on the sand
The cold rocks hugging that sand
The kind salesman walking there
People speak and I don't understand
But I'm happy in my world
To overfly this reality
By Camila Mamone 5to 4ta
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Y like this poem because is closely related to the nature of the senses of hearing and smell the view seen atra see the beautiful colors of a day at the beach
ResponderEliminarThe phrase In the beach the yellow sand looks plentiful that the beach is too much sand
Y feel indentify with-" Every morning I smell the delicious corn"because wake up every morning you smell that comes from corn mills
Camila Ciminelli