The Girl from Ink-panema
That girl
she’s of turquoise ink,
a salty spill, a swel-
ling heart of sea.
She talks to trees
cheers the sad-
ness from pencils,
sings in chirping
quiet of stone, myst-
erious mermaid who
writes with lemon.
She decodes the sun,
that girl, she believes
in ink.
dVerse Poets: Secret Poets
Good morning, Lillian. x
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I believe so. I just re-read yours.
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Not difficult to guess this one. 🙂 >
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Yes, my secret poet absolutely does that! >
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xx
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This is adorable. I think it is about you!
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No, no. no. It’s not! I can’t be my own favourite poet!
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This is incredibly beautiful 😀 Lucky girl your secret poet 🙂
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She doesn’t need luck; she’s a pirate princess!
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Now that the linky has expired, I just wanted to say how much I love this, and how humbled I am. THANK YOU. I will carry “she decodes the sun” with me, for sure.
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Can’t get into your next post as I don’t know the password! Is that what you meant by testing WordPress?
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this was!! so quirky, so quaint, absolutely delightful.
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Thank you for your lovely comment!
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Your word choices and metaphors make this poem of yours a delight to read.
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I can’t tell you how delighted I am to know that. Thank you.
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