Blackberries
We stumble endlessly upon beauty
And the fruits of the Earth.
Our winding conversations
Sweep us through infinite fields
Of crackling summer grass,
And carry us along on the soft sea breeze.
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Autumn Falls
I find solace in the Gibbous Moon
That shines outside my window.
She gazes down upon me
And I think she feels some part of my truth.
