It’s Snowing In A Post (4 Potluck Week 18)

Languages, signs, and symbols float everywhere,

They haunt me, refusing to disappear.

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It’s snowing in a post,

I spy a white furry ghost.

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Words written are foreign,

How to get them translated, it’s forgotten.

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I make a click on my mouse,

I see a rocket dropping on my house.

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I make another click, carrying fear,

I see a shark flying, coming near.

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I hold my breath, shutting the computer down,

A bear pops out of the screen, big and brown.

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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..