The Pink Poui Tree: A Blossoming Symbol of Beauty and Resilience
Our yellow poui has clothed itself in a pink shawl. #pouitree #bougainvillea #ouryard #Kingston #jamaica (at Kingston, Jamaica)
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For one tree to stand alone
When it is ravished by the storm
Deep in the Earth her roots would have to go
And spread and hold, but this does not show
For one tree that alone stands
Amidst the perils and destruction of man
Its body would have to be broad
Fed by decaying things in the sod
For a tree to stand and is it not alone
Because out of the Earth a daughter is born
Skinny and frail and…
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You know #nature is extra beautiful in SVG 🇻🇨
#gemoftheantilles
#islandoflove
#blessedfromabove
#Hairouna 💙💛💚
These colors show up everywhere we go 😊🇻🇨
#PouiTree #easter #emages (at Saint Vincent and the Grenadines)
<p>You are a sunrise in human skin. <br/> And I wonder if the universe let me have you <br/> by accident;<br/> you must have been meant<br/> For someone else.<br/> Someone with a whole heart<br/> To love you <br/> Instead of a fist full <br/> Of crushed copper and splinters;<br/> Someone whose hands don’t shake when you hold them;<br/> Someone who deserves all this light.</p> <p>Because my body is a basement; a discarded place for forgotten things.<br/> And every time I let you in <br/> I wonder when you’ll realise;<br/> That I can never be the home you’ve dreamt of.<br/> I am dungeon darkness; shattered windows; old paint<br/> and rusty door hinges.<br/> I am always apologising for loving you; my love is a damaged thing and I wonder when you’ll notice.<br/> I am often tempted to throw you out.<br/> Because I’d rather give up on us than watch you give up on me.<br/> I am always waiting for you to pack your bags;<br/> for the fireflies in your eyes to fade because of the shadows I carry<br/> And I only ask,<br/> That when you walk out;<br/> please don’t slam the door.<br/> Leave it wide open.<br/> I’ll need one last look at you; <br/> Need to memorise the way your body becomes a setting sun.</p>
<p>“Why do you let him haunt you like this?”</p> <p>I think about the way my chest has become a graveyard;<br/> My heart a coffin;<br/> For a love that should have died the day he left.</p> <p>“Because ghosts,” I say, “Ghosts don’t ask for permission.”</p>
I want someone to tell me that I matter.<br/> And I want to believe them.
Spring . 🍃🍂 #OfficiallyMyFavouriteSeason #FIU #PouiTree #myschoolisprettierthanyours #CampusBeauty #Florida