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Last time’s fastened breath still in head,
Spring breeze freezes, listening,
The imagery from this garden,
Turns greener and clearer,
As if I’m seven years old,
Being forgiven for running cross the woods,
Plucking someone else’s wild berries…
Spring breeze freezes, listening,
The imagery from this garden,
Turns greener and clearer,
As if I’m seven years old,
Being forgiven for running cross the woods,
Plucking someone else’s wild berries…
6 comments:
wishing me a lovely summer time,
smiles.
very busy.
Beautiful poem. Well composed. Thank you for sharing.
love the imagery.
amazing poetry.
incredible.
love the fruitful imagery.
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