Raspberry Fields
As a kid,
I remember playing at my grandparents place.
The taste of life was sweet back then.
Sweet and red.
Like raspberries.
A small job for a caterpillar,
a giant leap for mankind.
A new highway.
I will plant raspberries in the garden.
For my kids. And for me.
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6 comments:
This is great but it would be sooo much better without the title, man!
yngve strikes back
wonderful --
love it, pass me the shoes...
Beautiful poetry...
M Jenemark
This is very touching, Christofer, both the words and the photograph, beautiful, sad, real...and so much more!
all the best to you
Codrin
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