smiling clouds watching over me
sweet breeze coming from berry tree
resting geese with young's in tow
looking at me same person year ago
i reach my hand to a branch of fruit
to pick delicious nodules so soft
choke a bit not with fruit but you
coming to my mind i miss you too
i have my small zip lock bag ready
filling, while feeding on delicacy
i chuckle once in a while thinking
i know in my heart, you're reading
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