Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Earrings - This poem is dedicated to Angela with the dangly earrings from Ryde Hospital. A person so nice that they had to have an 'a' in their name twice.



Go bravely towards your dreams.
Don't keep them trapped up shut
Tightly like birdcages.

Release them unto the wind!
Make them your very own
Reality!

I aspire to be like your incredible earrings,
Forever dangling high above from the Heavens.
Like the twinkling stars of the Midnight skies.



- Alexandra Pierotti.

 

   

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