what a day

aritra halder

                     What a day

 Like a sun drying up the freezing cold summer, On a hot summer day filled with cold slushies, having cold slushies to refreash your mind like snow droping on the cold ground, That attracts the coldest and frezzing slushy

Yipee, yippee

Freedom has come winning a game of basketball, cheers coming out from the crazy crowd like beatuful flowers being thrown to us

 I am the bravest hunter in the world      Out running in the wild for food