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Yvette Lee Poems
Red looks like the blood flowing through our veins Red smells like apple juice Red tasted like the apple in the Snow White's story Red feels like a piece of fabric
Roses symbolize love Roses with thorns that tell the pain of lovers who love each other and yet cannot be together. Rose buds signifie the prelude of a sweet love.
You are my angel. You watch over me when I go to school You sat quietly beside me at nights so that I won't be scared
Green looks like the grass that cows and lambs nibble on all day Green smells like the sweet feijoas ripening in the garden Green tastes like home made lime flavoured jelly Green feels like my sister's school uniform
Failed to meet expectations Failed to give the right answer Failed to become perfect
Talking on Skype
This poem isn't art I'm talking on Skype with my
Happy Mother's Day
My brother gave you a coupon so you can drink coffee made by him.
A cute rabbit hops towards the grass patch before him and start nibbling.
A Monkey smiled at me with his cute little eyes
Black Black looks like the night sky Black smells like sesame paste Black tastes like olives on the pizza
Today, a gray day with crazy winds and gray clouds and the rushing sea.
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Red looks like the blood flowing through our veins
Red smells like apple juice
Red tasted like the apple in the Snow White's story
Red feels like a piece of fabric
Red looks like fire
Red smells like blood
Red tasted like uncooked meat
Red feels like panic that makes you feel blind