Karla Scheidt Poems

Staring at the campfire;
Oh, what a sapphire,
It could start a bushfire.
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'Oh what is the red on your head, Leaking out 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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