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Lydia
She stands there in red
A shoulder shrug away from daunted
Her mind is barefoot
Her feet don’t mind
She sings
The world listens
You
Coy, fresh eyes
Who will you be
When you learn to hide your uncertainty?
For now
Every blink
A possibility
1 comment:
Hi Caren
I am amazed this came through on the Manukau address- I thought we were blocked. I love it - thanks for sharing you gorgeous poems - inspired me to set my own up. you will here from me soon!
Karen
and good luck- and a quote...
"everything you long for is equally longing for you"
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