Cherry
and Mary
The cherries have ripened.
My love for Mary deepens.
Red cherry for my sweet Mary. –
Why are you carry? –
I love my sweet Mary.
My love has ripened
My heart opened.
Sometimes, life gives you
A split second of beauty
The heart and eyes can hold onto.
Yabbadabbadoo!
You know what a poem can do
Because there is no end.
The single heart keeps open.
Tomshinsky@2026
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