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Cat and Canvas A Poem by April Child

Dyslexic Mosaic A Poem by April Child

Shades of Purple A Poem by April Child

Yellow Rose of Bangalore A Poem by April Child

Tea with Barbara Streisand A Poem by April Child

The Unseen Visitor A Poem by April Child

Food of the Gods A Poem by April Child

Bellyful of Snakes A Poem by April Child

Breakfast with a Robin A Poem by April Child

Secret Second Skin A Poem by April Child

The Art of Making Tea A Poem by April Child

I love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where you have come from and how transient everything is.

What you seek won’t be found
Your mind can’t conceive
Can’t reach with your hand
It’s hard to believe
But if you let go, its said
When it leaves your head
When you stop the chase
You’ll find what you seek
Is in front of your face

April Child July 2007