The joy of writing is that you can write wherever you are.
The park looks really bright.
The washington square arch is ever so white.
The trees stretch their arms to protect it.
The wind blows.
whoooo whoooo,
the arch adapts to it.
The rain falls.
Dump dump dump,
The arch endures it.
Mr. Arch, aren't you tired?
Been there for hours?
How do you keep your skin so glossly white?
I'm Solid and unyielding.
Defeat is drowning in the fountain.
This arch shows spirit;
one arch, perseverance.
- Chun Wah (Angela) Hsu
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