A love poem…
For the one
Grows by bus stops on the coast.
Purple pointing fingers
For the one you love the most.
Darkened ripe blackberries
Grow wild in every part.
Sweet secret memories
For the one who fills your heart.
Spider, Spider on the web
Weave me some words, I said.
Spin me a yarn
Drop me a line
Or tickle me with your thread.
Poems by PenPal BrenPal
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