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Friday, April 25, 2025

Berry Picking , a poem by Siya Sharma

 Berry Picking 

Fingers stained red, covered in sweet

Berries fallen everywhere, even beneath our feet

Sunlight shines all throughout the greens 

Even where the ripest jewels hide unseen 

Thorns may prick, but we still reach, 

For delicious fruit just out of reach 

Buckets clink with every drop,

Till our buckets are full we don't stop 

They vanish fast, right from the vine 

 But we still had a good time. 

With purple proof of what we do.

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