english strawberryA Poem by jaye riverour old house with the small peach tree that grew alongside my bedroom window, the fruit was sweet and the branch hung low. we moved out after winter of 2009, goodbye splintery wood that framed the doors, and flat cut-up carpet on the basement floor. what good can come out of this? yellow seeds and pink cheeks, i wish sweet things could last forever. © 2024 jaye riverAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on October 20, 2023 Last Updated on June 6, 2024 Authorjaye riverAbouthello, i'm hoping to make friends and get feedback on my poetry. i'm 25 years old. feel free to say hi! i'm t.s. eliot's biggest fan more..Writing
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