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 Oct 2017
Stina
There are days where the tree is full of roses,
Blooming in colour, right under our noses.

Everybody stops to admire its beauty,
Sweet and comforting like a hot cup of fruit tea.

As the days roll by the petals start falling,
One by one, you don’t realise the warning.

Deep in its winter, it’s no longer the same,
The tree is bare, was this caused by the rain?

Nobody stares and they just walk on by,
It is no longer radiant like a butterfly.

But the tree is still beautiful deep in its roots,
Just no longer wearing its birthday suite.

The tree stays calm and welcomes this time,
Just like we shut down at bedtime.

Before you loose faith and think it’s all over,
Stop for a moment and look a bit closer.

Slowly you’ll see the tree starts to green,
Day by day, like a non-stop machine.

Until again it shows off its wonder,
Teaching us to never be scared of the thunder.
 Oct 2017
Donna
Lying down to rest
Resting comfy on tree leaves
The sun falls to sleep
Inspired by this evenings sunset x
 Oct 2017
Simpleton
She knelt down
And whispered her secrets into the earth
A prayer captured in her palms
And blown into the wind
To be heard in the heavens
 Oct 2017
bones
I'm drowning in the memories of you,
Memories that I will forever keep.

I'm drowning in the memories of you,
Oh, how they're making me weep.

I look at the days I have left with you,
There isn't much to go by,

I'm watching the hands of the clock in my living room,
I'm watching them go by.
 Oct 2017
LS Martin
The stars they watch us pass into the night
They ask how we could have a love more bright?
 Sep 2017
K Balachandran
on windowsill rain
drums,makes memories march on
hooting, jubilant
 Sep 2017
Dr Peter Lim
light flickers from boat
under the brooding night sky
fisherman still hopes
 Sep 2017
Lexie
The way things are, and
The way things were
Is not the way, that
Things will always be.
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