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Two Short Poems

I unfurled layer after layer,
Into your sugary arms,
As if you are my toast,
And I am your butter.
Butter

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There she was,
Draped in a blanket of golden sunshine,
Stretching her arms in bed,
Ready to blossom.
  Sunflower

Ayesha Nadeem


If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Ayesha Nadeem  would be pleased to hear them.

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