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 Mar 2020 Emily Mitchell
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Feb 2020 Emily Mitchell
Malia
A burst of color
A tinge of gold
A rescue from the cold, dark, grey.
A fleeting rainbow
A whisper of light
All of these colors
Take over the white
All of these colors
Take over the white.
Do not be afraid
To be colorful.
 Feb 2020 Emily Mitchell
Perry
Rain on a flower
Rain on me
The sky has a plan
Tomorrow you will see
The sun shine again
In light of today's dream
 Feb 2020 Emily Mitchell
Donna
I looked out window
and saw a blossom tree dreams
of springtime come true

🌸🌸🌸
spring is on its way yay 😃🌸🌸🌸💖
 Feb 2020 Emily Mitchell
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Rain
And
Snow

Flutter through
The Early blossom
Of the cherry tree

The world
Is gripped
By the panic
Of a virus

Which spreads
From nation
To nation

But the
Rain
And
Snow

Fall softly
Gently
Soothingly

'It's snaining'
I tell my daughter
She groans
At the stupidity
Of my made up word

Rain
And
Snow

Falling softly
A small miracle
In our chaotic world
27th Feb 2020
Witness wonder in all forms
It's always happening around you
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