Peach orchard at midday
Cicadas gossiping through the treesLadders leaning against tree trunks
Baskets brimming with fresh pink-cheek fruit
Peach aroma in the rich afternoon air
Sky bright blue, Sun the glue, Summer hue
I want you
Laughter as we chase through the grass, as we hide behind trees,
as we want everything to last….
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