Definition poem
Its head is like a kernel
Yet soft and with strands
It's body, thin, thick,
All holds everything in place
It brings an artist to life
Yet can also kill them
It makes such beauty, such art
And can have everyone standing on their feet
But after one wash, it's all gone
But the secrets will forever stay
We think it is a paint brush. I like the way you used some opposites to try to challenge your audience with the images. A couple places need a bit of editing.
ReplyDeleteWe think it is a paint brush. I like the way you used some opposites to try to challenge your audience with the images. A couple places need a bit of editing.
ReplyDeleteFlick of the paint brush. I think it's a paint brush.
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