This is my very first poem I wrote as a permanent writer. It tells us about the beauty of the sun and the memories of school we might treasure.
It’s the end of a lovely day
In the month of May.
Were in year 11.
There’s only less than a year
When were in year 11.
Days like this will move in an instant.
Soon it will be in a far distance.
It’s the end of a lovely day
The sky turning from blue to pink to orange and red.
The sun blaze spreading across the sky.
Telling me not to lie.
To tell everyone about the evenings sun.
So know one will be scared to run.
Every day, every year, the sun will remind me the high school days.
Because every student is represented in the sun’s rays.
Student’s pass away some time, in life time.
That you won’t see them anymore.
There souls are in the sky.
That when you remember them, you’ll cry.
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