[Homage] To Her Summer Bramble Harvest
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Photo by Ulvi Safari on Unsplash
Blackberry bushels
once sun-scorched on mother's hips,
mice longed for a spill.
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Vivian Grace
Long into the tomorrow- At the end of my road, I will crave and pursue sentimental recollection of young insight. By way of trying to preserve some morsels of curiosity, I am fostering my contentment. Without a voice of musing, what are we?
Comments (5)
Cute , really enjoyed!
Love the twist at the end. Those mice! LOL. Congrats!
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Congratulations and well done. I know how the mice feel