Cherry red
cherry red
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[Cherry red is her backyard.
Flowers and fruits.
Bottles filled with preserves.
An old goose pecking at
some wasted fruits.
Look at its red web-feet,
look at the cherry red smears
on ol’ frosted glass window.
The smears speak of a day passed.
The echoes of its tune
blend into the sounds
of soft conversations.]
Dream these things
whenever you pick up
a blind space in a history book
a small row of a few black stains of ink,
depicting a period between two battles.
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[Cherry red is her backyard.
Flowers and fruits.
Bottles filled with preserves.
An old goose pecking at
some wasted fruits.
Look at its red web-feet,
look at the cherry red smears
on ol’ frosted glass window.
The smears speak of a day passed.
The echoes of its tune
blend into the sounds
of soft conversations.]
Dream these things
whenever you pick up
a blind space in a history book
a small row of a few black stains of ink,
depicting a period between two battles.