strawberry stains
strawberry stains mist stories
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soprano
soprano frog enthusiast
Autoplay OFF   •   2 years ago
this is a love poem, both for the people and the places i adore.

strawberry stains

mile after mile walked through the mist

ghostly, overgrown hills hoard spirits born from the strawberry bushes

rosy cheeks dotted with freckles of dew broken by soft smiles

two hands interlocked- one a soft golden hue, one so cold it resembled a cloudy sea- each grasping tight its own stained story

blood honey floating in the damp air following

swirling, winding above the matted path lifting berries into the gentle wind

two beautiful people, two flashlights in the forest floating past murmuring ghosts angel bushes and crimson grass

new blossoms in the misty woods

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