Purity

Purity is White.
It sounds like the angels’ choir singing.
It tastes like fluffy marshmallows roasting on a stick.
It smells like rose petals freshly starting to bloom.
Purity feels like Heaven’s Gates.


Maryssa

Posted on Thursday, March 4, 2010 by Matthew, under .

5 Comments to “Purity”

mike (March 4, 2010 at 8:11 AM)

i think you did a wonderful job on this poem i feel that you captured the true feeling of your word.

Aaron (March 4, 2010 at 8:16 AM)

I like your use of similies to describe purity. I think it doesn't go into too much depth which makes it easy to understand.

Dallas (March 12, 2010 at 12:42 PM)

I think you did a great job.
i love the things you compared it to like
"It smells like rose petals freshly starting to bloom."

Anonymous (March 19, 2010 at 7:52 AM)

wow you made purity sound really yummy i love how you compared it to angels' choir singing thats what i think all the time when i think of purity

felipe (April 16, 2010 at 8:12 AM)

I like this one and I agree with you.
they all have the same thing in common your hart they can fill it or break it.

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