Sipping – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

she didn’t need to know how to pronounce the name of what grew before her delicately vivid she didn’t need to understand how it pollinated or the temperatures it withstood last winter she didn’t need to know why it arrived who brought it from afar or how it survived her eyes saw the magenta magnificence […]

Sipping – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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