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Yellow green iris

Soft petals fell from her yellow
green iris.

No sound could be heard as her petals

fell silent.

A deep breath of air cleared some
thorns deep inside her.

Both feet hit the ground like a song
drunk on cider.

She stood tall like a tree,
Showing strength and desire.

Fire roared while sharp pain
stabbed deeply inside her.

Wild flames blazed the thorns
th...

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Monday 23rd March 2020 2:38 am

Today I am a caterpillar, I am knobbly and green,

I cut that path through the leaf behind me, it shows you where I've been.

I crawl slowly on my belly and I am rubbery like jelly,

And if I should slip from this here cabbage, I might end up somewhere smelly.

But soon I will go through changes, that you would not believe,

I'll say goodbye for a while to the cabbage...

Tuesday 30th July 2013 11:06 am