Written, March 29, 2024
Poetry/Free Verse/lips red with raspberries Copyright Protected, ID 03-1632-848-29 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
silently, I walk a sun blown field my childhood lips red with raspberries that grow wild behind our home my fingers stained with the sweet juice I hear my own childhood laughter floating echoing in my dream . . . until it fades
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