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Strange to think. passing by the park of dreams . Equal poles and opposite.Met and danced to different tunes. Strange now to remember it. Walking through a field of mines. Souls in harmony at play. Things we never asked to know strange to think of it today.
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Strange to think passing by the park of dreams. Equal poles and opposite.Met and danced to different tunes. Strange now to remember it. Walking through a field of mines. Souls in harmony at play. Things we never asked to know strange to think of it today. Dreams that pass beyond the fog. Reaching clarity to fly. Look back down with secret smiles strange to think it was a lie. By Katherine Foreman Hyperbole personification Fly and lie are repititions
Tree simile It smells like fresh fruit from the market. It is shaped like broccoli or as it is light grassy green when you listen carefully you can hear birds sing it feels hard and wrinkly.