Breathing air.
Breathing fumes.
Eating stars,
And swallowing moons.
The hole expanding,
More and more!
As you wait on your planet,
Like an open door.
With open arms,
You all welcome death.
And over your rock it breathes
Its chilling breath.
You are all connected,
Like a string of charms.
With thriving families
And prosperous farms.
And then it all comes to an end,
A book closing cruelly...
Like losing a dear friend,
Finally ending this story...
A poem by Niamh W - Year 7
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