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five rings
on the first day of the summer games,the blue ring spans like the azure skyand the nations forget their ally.borders fissure with the Olympic flames. the yellow ring radiates bright flagsclearer than the sunbeamand vivid like an athletes dreamreality and fate resist like the forces of drag. as the days progress,the black ring professes lifebut Read more
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for the forgotten sunflower girls, who deserved to be more
we are the sunflower girls, before the world turned us into oil. the whispers of the wind, that were there, then gone like the rain, the birds and the distant sun our autumns show the misery. effervescence burnt in the soil. our springs were distant memories, before we became sunflower oils. Read more
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erasure
erasures of borders; we no longer cut boundaries. erasures of borders; terrains were not conquered. memory loss, amnesia, and oblivion ; the moments insomnia was induced; possessions we shared with you. never ever, were you enslaved. you were a breath of freedom. and the night was an escapade. in the palm of my hand; were Read more
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dispersion
Our kaleidoscope skies; fragment together the sunrise. Our horizon sees wilting, then waning and eventually withering. Our questions up rise like migration; of birds flocking to find rest. I wonder; What do these birds make of us? Our exodus agapes the mouth; watching the migration in awe. they pointed as we soar with the winds Read more
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dying
i’ve held dreams that laboured itself; and wondered in all its labouring why it didn’t ask for help? it holds the hope and drops the noose, i’ve held dreams that burned confused. and in its silence, i held its breath, and died a death that conquered self. call to me and reject the old and Read more
Hannah Williams 