Eden, a Recollection - 2,3
2.
Once,
we picked
blackberries
under the shade
of bay trees fragrant with the kiss of sun,
not yet knowing the things that would break us;
just sweet fruit on
pregnant vines,
childish
joy.
3.
Once,
we picked
blackberries
under the shade
of bay trees fragrant with the kiss of sun,
not yet knowing the things that would break us;
just sweet fruit on
pregnant vines;
childish
joy.
The
scent of
backberries
still brings me back
to that lost afternoon of innocence.
Copyright © A.M. Demotte | Year Posted 2023
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