Poems

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RIBBON

Red is its colour

I wear it in winter

Because of my uniform

Brings beauty

On things

No one hates it

 

Green is the colour of it

Wrestling in the forest

A bit of sunlight then it grows

Small and little

Shaking but never falls in the wind

 

ANGELA

Angelic girl like you

Nothing you need to do

Go ahead on your colourful field

Eat and eat you do

Laughing at little things

Admirable, I will always remember you