Precious

A Sonnet Poem by Andalucinda

May 05, 2022

∙ Paid

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In 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.

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