Sunday, June 8, 2014

Strawberry

Started in the ground
To come to my table it is bound
Releasing its sweet taste
After entering my mouth and becoming a paste
While I chew this berry
Bringing pleasure and making me merry
Every now and then I feel kindled
Regret of how they dwindled
Ready to eat them until they are gone
Yawn.

©2014 Brady L.B.

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