Sunday, March 15, 2009

FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE



It is raining cats and dogs outside when i open my eyes.
The sky is crying loudly without asking for persuasiveness, the glimmer of the sunshine has been
taken away by the dark clouds.
The water flow on earth giving a life to the plants.
The wind blow roughly like a predator chasing its victim, causing people's heart to burn like a
fire, keep blaming on the sadness of the earth.
Looking through the window, i can feel the cheerfulness of the trees and flowers, dancing joyfully, emerging a feeling of envy in my heart, how beautiful my lives if i can be like them.

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