Monday, May 30, 2016

The Red Berries

Fear nothing, not the berries that are red...the lips are ripe, your own impulse...to wrong. That is...love longs...love comes...be there, when it does.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

Art: Pierre Auguste Cot, Springtime





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