Had help with my mother writing this one... Even though I didn't ask she was so engrossed into writing this. There were about three versions of this, because two othe rassignments wanted us to add rythmn, meter, scansions, and alliteration. So I will type the rhythmic version.))
The scorching heat
on my head does beat.
The cooling shade
just mere steps away.
The light so bright
it burns my two eyes.
The asphalt waves
under an oiled haze.
The air smells clean
like fleshly cut green.
The Sun feeds all
on the other side
of the wall.
On the dark side,
where it's black and chill.
Where all ghosts hide,
the darkness grows bold.
The reason while there's two stanzas is because it shifted its attention from the "bright side" of the wall, to the "dark side".))
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