If stories could be told by the trees of
what would they tell us? lovers? wars? great men...

The ground shakes beneath the feet
of the girls and boys as they meet...

A single seed of doubt
one word cried in my ear...

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The sun is shining, melting all the snow...

Falling droplets; they say the gods cry.
but they are not the tears of a child lord...

Silver blossoms on a tree,
a tree that leads to fairies...

Peachy keen, what a joke
I'm not giggly, I'm not gonna lie...

Whenever i look to the night sky
i see your guiding sparks of light...

This was for a contest that said to make ordinary...
ode to straws...

The happy smell of Easter cake
As a little frilled girl of eight...

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Looking looking...

Stuck by a needle
pricked in the thumb...