The words dropped
like cherries
sweet
perfect
pages of writing
my hands flying
like birds
stealing fruit from the trees
I am not the author
just one stop
on this story’s journey
to you.
The words dropped
like cherries
sweet
perfect
pages of writing
my hands flying
like birds
stealing fruit from the trees
I am not the author
just one stop
on this story’s journey
to you.
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