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 Aug 2020 Molly Sea
Ayesha
Come over, baby girl, come over
Let’s play with your barbie doll
I know she’s too old for her school
But don’t blame her, love, not her
She was made a desire not a child
Come over, baby girl, come over
Sing with me the orchard song

Come over, baby girl, come over
Let’s put your barbie down to sleep
I know her crib’s under the rubble
But grass makes this bomb shell soft
Lay her down, love, close her eyes
Come over, baby girl, come over
Sing with me the song of dawn

Come over, baby girl, come over
Hold my hand, don’t you cry again
I know mother’s not here tonight
But her and baba loved your smile
This lonely, love, lasts only till dawn
Come over, baby girl, come over
Sing with me our grandma’s song

Come over, baby girl, come over
Let’s not think of home or this mess
I know the strict lady, she scared you
But she has a home, some friends
she'll never let your stomach growl
Come over, baby girl, come over
Sing, love, night too needs a lullaby

Come over, baby girl, come over
Let’s not weep for your barbie doll
I know she’s too young for a trade
But man said her looks make up for age
lovely enough for a month's worth grains
Come over, baby girl, come over
Sing, for tomorrow I'll be far away

Come over, baby girl, come over
Hold on to me and your barbie doll
I know it’s ugly, take this bomb shell
Plant in a rose, love, watch it grow
We’ll be there, you won’t be alone
Come over, baby girl, come over
Sing, for soon we'll be on our ways
Syrian Refugees.
 Aug 2020 Molly Sea
Joel M Frye
Casting my craft out
upon creation's shallows;
pray to pull in art.
 Aug 2020 Molly Sea
acacia
air swallows me
hair of leaves
i fall asleep
weakling
strong dormant
wave, please
air swallows me
 Aug 2020 Molly Sea
Khoisan
Quill in the eye of the skull
bone-dry ink pods
dead muses
metaphoric
moths
toxic chemistry
welcome
to
The poet's cemetery.
 Aug 2020 Molly Sea
Prevost
The rains wash the limbs
Dripping from fingers
I feel it seep into your souls
The sky gods love you
Even more this morning

You waste not one drop
That which you do not need
You share with the soil
With the children
With mother

There is such peace
Watching as you bathe
This unison of elements
And so I cleanse myself
Into all of this....
 Aug 2020 Molly Sea
Ciel Noir
my soul is electricity
it never stops
moving

if it did
it would fall
into the nothing
that everything is full of

and fill the void
with its

infinitely
deep emptiness
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