Languages, signs, and symbols float everywhere,
They haunt me, refusing to disappear.
It’s snowing in a post,
I spy a white furry ghost.
Words written are foreign,
How to get them translated, it’s forgotten.
I make a click on my mouse,
I see a rocket dropping on my house.
I make another click, carrying fear,
I see a shark flying, coming near.
I hold my breath, shutting the computer down,
A bear pops out of the screen, big and brown.
I try my best to scream,
I find myself shivering in bed, it’s just a dream.
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Week 18 Theme:language, signs, and symbols..