Earrings Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Earrings



Earrings

Badly miss my childhood
Days we ran in the woods.

Fruit-rich were trees
Lot of the sour cherries.

Wildly went through the
Trees that were too dense.

Plucking more than need
We wore them, earrings.

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