RIC S. BASTASA
South Of The River - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
how can i forget south of the river?
in May, the flowers are red all over the bend
in April the purple plums are ready for the picking
in March, the river is clear the pebbles showy
for our frolicking and swimming,
we first kissed there behind that heart shaped rock
south of the river
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