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A Reverie

The trees bled sap,
where woodpeckers knocked
out insects and pests.

We plucked wild strawberries,
which we strung up
on a straw,
veils of spider webs
trapped the dewy dawn.

But the summer fled
the crispy leaves went dead,
the bears had gone
to bed.

They didn't complain,
we did.

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Publicerad 2023-02-08 11:05

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