Ebba Poole Poems

Mind or body,
No matter which,
Someone is always,
Hiding som'thing secret,
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If roses were red,
And violets were blue,
Then you would have lived,
And nothing askew,
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I taste the wind as it passes by me,
hear the whispers of my fellows above me.
As a stranger passes.
I am immovable by the elements themselves
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I give a voice to Sarah.
Sarah, the girl who speaks,
but has no mouth.
Who hears,
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Loss. A strange concept.
In order to lose something, don't we
Have to have something?
Have to know it?
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Magic box
The box would be silver,
With a pattern of blue,
The box would have no bottom,
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