Cranberry Dreams
velvet dusk drips ruby light
where the bog hums soft and low
mist curls like whispered secrets
on waters dark and slow
berries gleam like fallen stars
floating where the nightwind sings
red as love and red as longing
red as fleeting, fragile things
feet sink deep in crimson pools
visions dance in tangled beams
a taste so tart it wakes the soul
lost inside my cranberry dreams
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