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Jun 2019
How could I not love the sky?
When the sun so kindly cups his face
Gold-hued fingers tracing the lines of his mouth
Gentle as I, with his heart aglow through his chest
Her speckled pink blush spreading
As he opens his eyes to her, smiling
Greeting the morning like it is his first one
How bashful she is, to witness the green of his eyes
Sleepy from dreaming, and I
How lucky I am to meet them
Knowing these lips can kiss what the sun can only cradle
So yes, how could I not love the sky
When she has the same warmth for him
That beats in the echoes of my breast
Incandescent, and unending
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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