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Laura
Poems
May 2018
I Feel Bad for the Lotus
Quiet Easters awake the spirit
in a shiny April dusk.
Where you call him "Baby"
by Mum's purpled hydrangeas.
Crossing many desolate fields
in hopes of finding cheerful Forget-Me-Nots.
You have found sorrowful stories
of holy ghosts arising,
and then falling.
Spilling out
of passing spring dwellings,
with trees holding far too many rings.
Strong and sturdy,
yet knocked down for a pretty penny.
I wish we could be
milled, burnt, and wrote on.
Growing out of muds
like the words on this paper.
Like mother nature,
I've been fooled into thinking
I was more than I am.
But only until man makes me,
something I am not.
Written by
Laura
26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)
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