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Another Walk Two Moons inspired poem
Blackberry Kiss
She ate the blackberries.
She kissed the tree.
Was it my imagination?
Or did it really leave a faint stain?
I kissed the tree,
Exactly where she had.
I can still smell
the woodsy smelling bark.
I can still feel
the ridges of the bark.
I can still taste
the taste of blackberries mixed with bark.
I've kissed many
a tree.
They all
smell differnt.
They all
feel different
They all
taste different.
Each are different,
and so are we.
[END]
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 Evaper · Wed Feb 22, 2006 @ 01:40am · 0 Comments |
