Your old tree smells of summer
and blackberry kisses
behind promises etched in bark skin
with daisies threaded through our hair
leaving grassy streaks and muddy knees
on sun-lit mornings when the world is far too sleepy
to tell us right from wrong.
and blackberry kisses
behind promises etched in bark skin
with daisies threaded through our hair
leaving grassy streaks and muddy knees
on sun-lit mornings when the world is far too sleepy
to tell us right from wrong.
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