blueberries in the wind
a poem by alia
BLUEBERRIES IN THE WIND
the wind is silent this morning light
i walk across the fields to pick a berry
sun in the sky and it is daunting on me
fruits of my labour grow the surrounding
trees of my labor begin to grow
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