liken me
to berries
you picked along the way
and summer nights
you dreamed
another star
carry me
a season more
call my name sometimes
guard the place
your heart
was worn to mine
tell the story
o’er again
to someone you can trust
to hold the rest
the best of me
reminders still of us
. . .
Ah, berries… you are one of the swee test ones !!!
🙂
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