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your finger
traces
our initials

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

 

then suddenly every love song
was about you. your name rings loud
inthe tightness of my chest. clouds
look fluffier. my mere words long
to explain this. they feel so wrong,
weak, because the feeling isn't in

poems and syllables. it spins
on steamed car windows. key glances
in classes. private advances,

worth it just to admire your grin.

 

 

 

 
  

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lost on an island © YES
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Crusted in coral and glass,
Morning breaks across the horizon, bene” ee
And the colours an explosion, a feast for the eyes.

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Warm wind sweeping across my body,
Like a soft yellow blanket.
The air smells of salt and sunscreen.

I feel like a little elephant lost on an island,
My mother is nowhere to be found.
But the sun is warm, and the trees are strong,
My mother nature surrounds me.

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The sweet taste of soy on my tongue,
And foreign words in my mouth.
I long to stay here forever,
The blooming sea to the South.

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Balance and blessings,
Beauty and tears.
These are the things that nobody fears.

LXE

By myself now, and for many years,
I sit at the base of a great tree,
Wrapping my trunk around its trunk.

  

Soaking in the orange, yellow, and purple,
Warm like a fire.
My heart is full, my mind is content,
With all of this desire.

Illustration by Morgan Hannah