Weronika Gburek MNSR Poems

There by the sea,
where the sun never shines,
sits a tiny little boy who never lies.
He sits there lonely with no mum or dad
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Spring:

The fields are rich with daffodils,
A coat of clover cloaks the hills,
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Once I dive into these pages
I may not come out for ages.
Books have powers over me.
Inside a book I am not free.
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I asked god for a flower,
He gave me a bouquet.
I asked god for a minute'
He gave me a day.
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