In the Garden of Paints, memories are coloured and stars are drawn.
In the Closet of Hopes, wishes are formed and fantasies are discovered.
In the Drawer of Dreams, pictures are kept for all to see.
In the Shower of Jealousy, somebody craves what’s not theirs.
In the House of Blankets, warmth is stored and happiness held.
In the Cupboard of Pencils, thoughts are shared and images are placed.
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Excellent work, Molly. Did you just have an author visit?
I feel like it should rime more for example like and bike or love and dove
No, I have an English tutor though! Thank you very much though!
That’s interesting Poppy. I personally think it’s fine without rhymes. Some poems need to rhyme, but some poems work well without.
This is a fantastic poem Molly. I loved reading it!