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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Five children clasping mittenscould not hug the entire trunk.Whole hands could hide in the folds of its bark.James, the tallest boy in class,could sit on a root,
The biggest berries are in the centreof a tunnel of thorny bushes.A shark gaping wide,promising not to nip.
I am in a forest;My brothers will never find me here.Over my head is a green umbrella;I feel the earth under my bare feet.
The dinosaurs are on the march again.They have trampled across the terrace overnight,Leaving green, veined footprints in their wake.Now they lurk in the undergrowth;
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
At dawn, she climbs over the horizonto slink between the curtainsand rest her head on your pillow.
The seagulls think we live at the seaside:the tower blocks are their cliffs;they swoop for fish in the gutterbut are happy that it's last night's fried rice.
The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,spreading its fingers out as if newto the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.