Shirley Harrison Poems

This windy morn

has left its debris on my path
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O' London I miss you

you're always in my dreams
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stars await the show

theatre fit for those, in love
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In the very light of a magnificent sunrise

I reflect on the very reason we love?
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From a seed I grew

and now I'm grown
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As if the Lazarus in her

is now planted deep within me
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I dream of you nightly

we always hold hands
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Love's infinity

soulmates destined forever
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April's rain will fall
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Standing underneath

admiring these magnificent succulent green leaves
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