Walking out in the woods, where
the raspberries grew. Picking
mushrooms and blueberries too.
Oh how I cherish, those times with
you! .. Under the skies, of such
beautiful hue...
Hi Becca, beautiful, great memories and excellently rendered. Top score.
I see a different Becca in this poem. A rebirth in poetry!
This sounds very much like the beginning of a song! I wish it had continued, are you up for bribes? Lovely write, my dear, so I am sprinkling an orchestra of stars all over it! and a fav as well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful that it rendered me speechless