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Thursday, 14 June 2012

Poetry: One Summer

One summer
A flower
Came out

Standing high up
On a mountain

Yawning at the sun
Boy go away
You are too hot

Her green scarf
Was turning yellow

And crispy fried

No oil
No salt

Just sweat and tears
Going to the clouds

The valley
Under her eyes

Had a beautiful
River

With muscles
From the ocean

To stand up
And fight all day

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