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12/11/2017 5 Comments To HappinessI am the morning sun
Peaking through your windowpane. I am the tickle on your tired eyes. It began with darkness That then melted into gold lava, Creeping over the hills. Light expands across the cold room, Waking minds once dormant. The agonizing screech of the alarm Replaced by a warm silence. Problems of the night, Long forgotten. A faint smile Finds its way to her lips. She rises like the tide From her ocean of dreams. The day has begun.
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Nia McDonough
12/19/2017 07:24:39 am
I love the part where you talk about the tickle on your tired eyes. It makes me feel like I'm living in that very moment!
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Layla Daoood
12/19/2017 07:28:10 am
I like your use of the capitalization in the start of a new sentence and the bubbly aspect at the end.
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Sarah Driscoll
12/19/2017 09:22:25 am
I liked when you said the screeching alarm clock replaced with the warm silence. That sounded like the perfect words to use.
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Meghan
5/24/2018 06:15:09 pm
I love how you used so much figurative language, it really made the poem super engaging. I also love how all the figurative language you used, were so accurate and relatable. For example, "the screeching alarm clock," this was something almost everyone can relate to. Love this poem!
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Abby Hubbs
5/25/2018 05:58:20 pm
The imagery in this poem is amazing. I could picture all of the bright colors being described and could feel the warm sensations while reading it. It truly does depict happiness :)
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