Elements of Poetry

​Friends are like the stars in the sky, always there even when you can't see them.

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They shine brightly in dark times, guiding me as the North Star does for travelers.

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In daylight, they blend in, a natural part of my every day.

My mom is like a fire. She's always warm, but sometimes she gets too hot.

My brother is like a tornado. He always moves fast and spreads destruction wherever he goes.

My sister is like a snowstorm. She's pretty to look at and icy at times, but with a little sunshine, that iciness melts.

Together we are like a partly cloudy day. We have our moments of darkness and gloom, but the sun always peeks through.​

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