Harvests

At night we harvest
Love and dreams dripping
From the summer air
Golden and heavy even in
The dark, even when
There are no dreams or
Love to be found because
They are ripening and
Patience teases sightlessly

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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