the scent
of black cherry
bark
wet with rain
the glow of
spring
in the
breeze
hints
of
summer’s
love,
stone wall
leaning
spare
change
in my
pocket
walking our
little
woods.
searching for simplicity
the scent
of black cherry
bark
wet with rain
the glow of
spring
in the
breeze
hints
of
summer’s
love,
stone wall
leaning
spare
change
in my
pocket
walking our
little
woods.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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