📜 PoetryPreciousA Sonnet Poem by AndalucindaWritten TalesMay 05, 2022∙ PaidShareSubmission GuidelinesText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn my father’s orchards we used to run, plucking jewels from root and vine, tourmaline grapes and topaz apricots, figs jade green and frosted-ruby watermelon. Continue reading this post for free, courtesy of Written Tales.Claim my free postOr purchase a paid subscription.PreviousNext