Elizabeth Hinks


Like a dove I feel in Kesalut
The way I remember the Kesalut was so tender

I think Kesalut is so warm
It comes in any shape or form

While my heart is waiting for you
It seems as if there is never anything to do

I Kesalut everything you do
I hate it when you make me blue

Here is a little message for you
Kesalut is not always blue
it is anyway you want it to

Honourable Mention
Elizabeth Hinks
Grade 9
Conne River

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