Favorites Poem by #18

My favorite sound.
Is listening to the noise.
Of the owls echoing.
As they call and respond to each other.
In the bright starlight at midnight.

My favorite smell.
Is after the rain as,
I see the flowers in bloom, and.
I feel I am flying to the air.

My favorite color is white.
As I see the clouds changing shapes.
I think of it as snow.

My favorite place.
Is the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Before all the crowds joins me.
Because I feel I will fall.

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