Aquilla Rose Poems

Staring at the campfire;
Oh, what a sapphire,
It could start a bushfire.
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'Oh what is that red on your head, leaking from the gap? '
A ribbon; A red ribbon.
Seeping through the woods,
Creeping off the roof.
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A tower stands strongly in London,
Made by hands not from the dungeon.
It stands strong, not ever crumbling.
Never had a shame,
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'Last Breath', one may say,
'Feels like drowning', you may state,
'It is drowning', I remark.
But I know that it is not.
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Mother, forgive me.
I wish not for all
that you have given me.
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