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When a new flower bloomed in our garden, The marigold miracle matched the space. Petals held petals, and roots grew with roots,
By Shona Buddie4 years ago in Poets
Two fingers to my wrist when I looked at you, The pulsating heartbeat with your eyes of blue. And the cliché’s said you could swim in the colour,
I raise a hand whilst others shout; Taught, not by teachers, that politeness is to be ashamed of. That I, too, need to speak out of turn within a classroom, otherwise
By Shona Buddie5 years ago in Poets
I’m tunnel visioned to see only you Looking at somebody else and Though I try to, I can’t see any other living thing in my sights.