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If I am a flower that blooms in the desert
Then let me Shine bright
Single
footsteps,
in the sand
form behind me,
another reminder
that my journey
is my own

The
waves,
They lazily wash over,
effortlessly
filling my imprints,
restoring perfection
to the beach

But,
although they are
now hidden,
I still know
they existed,
In my mind,
And from the sand
On my feet
 Aug 2020 Mary Anne Norton
N
My tears are
saltier than the ocean’s

My heart is
heavier than Sisyphus’ rock

My secrets
that I buried beneath my
skin has turned into scars

My body is
but a graveyard
 Aug 2020 Mary Anne Norton
Safana

That,
the origin of any writing
was a pen,
A pen to write
letter,
letters to make word,
words to give phrase,
could  be main
or subordinate,
in relation to the names
constructing a
greatest fence,
of a sentence to declare
a war or a peace,
and imperatively,
to give a
light for interrogation,
to find the truth
or a knowledge and
to make exclamatory
for the people

 Aug 2020 Mary Anne Norton
Jess
Raising rough restrains
raw rejoicing rejection
rinsed released relief
Aug 10, 2020
 Aug 2020 Mary Anne Norton
Nylee
Up in the air
It is smoke and dust
Up above
More clouds in place
Up to the moon
Take me away
Let's leave anyway
Into the sky
If it was up to me
I'd never come back.
Onions smells so strong,
But their skin so flimsy

Physical look of an eggshell
     So strong
But in reality easily breakable

Some like the child's playhouse
Made of foam so fragile

Just like the onion juice
That can make one cry
So is a person's heart

So weak ,breakable by inner emotions
All it needs is care
Cause its so flimsy
#flimsy #humans heart all it needs is care
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