Helena Thomas

Welcome back to the land of grey,
Where people, buildings and faces may,
hand themselves over to this sad gradient,
Only the joy, seldom seen, is radiant...
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My love spans the ocean,
no, not its physical expanse,
Moreover,
My heart lies over the ocean.
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To start this poem, I wish lots of exciting cheer
and let me begin by saying have a happy new year.
Also Eid Mubarak to all my Muslim friends,
I wish the happiness in your lives never ever ends.
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As Spring hovers in the air,
And daffodils slowly open,
Begins a journey to be shared,
A promise not to be broken.
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Softly she treads through the streets,
A humming fluorescent place,
Wandering, bowing to whom she meets,
Disappearing without a trace.
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I am not pompous, I just want to show you that I can form this without using that odd common symbol 'e'.

Today I must mix this story, this composition,
With no sorts of jovial flavours of a rhythm,
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O, my love and dearest flowered beauty,
Thy eyes, the deep chasms, look through perpetual
Years, through pleasure and pain. Not by duty
Does your heart open, completely full.
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Upon finally constructing my building, 'Decision',
I came across an obstacle, 'doubt'.
I knew it wouldn make a very good corner-stone,
yet still my eyes were transfixed to its very presence.
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Take me o'er the sea, to where the poppies grow,
They are the guarding sentinels, row on row,
Saluting, in their crimson jackets, they stand,
As if they are mourning the fallen, hand in hand.
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I held it up towards the sun,
a sacrifice.
Saw it split the beams,
the light refracting into a spectrum,
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