Sunshine
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I am green, he’s blue —
the same sunshine
bleeds into
our eyes.
Don’t leave it to chance —
say hello,
before the seeds pass us by.
Looking for more poetry? Explore these pieces from the MockingOwl Roost:
- Song for a Water Witch – Poetry
- Coffee Ritual – Poetry
- Hello Again, Autumn – Poetry Reading
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John McMahon
John McMahon lives in sunny Dumbarton in Scotland with his wife and daughter. He has been published in many magazines, blogs, and anthologies, and also self-published a book on Amazon about two years ago. He finds writing poetry to be therapeutic due to being bipolar, and knows through it that he’s more than just a diagnosis.
