The Right Pick
The Right Pick
High above the tree ripe cherries sit
Prim and chaste, elegant standing
Their little red orbs take shape
Stretching for the sunlight
Nature taking course
To be picked
by the right
loving
one
connie pachecho
11/15/17
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