With spring selling cherries. Mummm! Rich. The color, texture, taste ... and the game crash a couple of cherries on the ears, like two fire buttons. We love! That speaks poetry within a basket, has given us our friend and poet Nuria Finnie. Thanks, Nuria, cherries and share poetry.
Four cherries
Four cherries played
be earrings .
were twin sisters
brancada the same.
A left ear
gronxolaven are happy,
to the right proud
as sparks exploded.
green leaves in the wind,
that satin skin ...
No chest can fit
a jewel so precious.
brancada the same.
The sweetness of my first
claimed in another.
Spring neck down
comes after a stretch in another.
To begin well knew
bet that all ends.
The
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