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Paula Moore

United Kingdom


She sees; the sea.

In suffering, she sees.

The sea sees.

Colour blind she sees.

She cries for her colours.


Her eyes are bleached now

from last pockets of wonder.

She pains at her memory

but taken not lost,

her guardianship was stole.


Colour bleeds away,

it’s too dark to see.

A blindness takes over

so now she moves blindly

as she seeks to see.


Sometimes riotous

she moves in blind rage

but she cries now, in anger.

She sees she is dying

but still; she seeks to see.

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