Listen to me.
Only listen
and you will know:
The silver fish
that flicker within raindrops.
The moonlight, tucked,
beneath blanketing shadows.
The breath of dreams,
stuck, to the soles of your shoes.
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- E H Timms
- E H Timms won the BBC Wildlife Young Poet of the Year award in 1992 and hasn't managed to stop writing since. She now lives in Wiltshire with a computer tethered to one elbow.
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