#1504-Honey
12/09/2021
A different, garden fence.
Colorful, protected.
Gentle fingers,
Dark, rainy nights,
Loving thoughts.
Unusual sights,
In a modern world.
Jolting dormant memories,
Of distant years,
When grandparents lived,
Dogs barked at ease,
And the world felt sweet,
Like honey-covered candies.
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