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Annabelle Jun 2018
I am a flower
Soft and gentle with defined edges
My skin is of velvet and my colours are of gold and ocean blue
Although I may look delicate my roots are unbreakable and my petals cannot be bruised
For the sun has come and scorched me
and the rain has come and drowned me
Yet I still stand tall
Yet I still grow
Yet I still thrive
Annabelle Jun 2018
Her
Those freckles sprinkled across her cheeks reminded me of the stars
For her eyes held the galaxies in its grasp
Her hair must hold the secrets of the sea and the mystery of the moon

She is that refreshing breeze on a sickly summers day but then she's gone and I can't find my way
All I can find is the horrid heat that pulses and beats

I can't grasp her with my finger, for she moves in ways I do not know
My skin crawls, yearning for her breeze
Why is no one falling at her feet?
Can they not see that she has stars for eyes and a heart of overflowing honey
For they must be colour blind

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