There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other.
Years of my Youth.
A walk with God (:How delightful it is to be a Literature student!
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