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Where the Fruit Trees Grow
by Monica Ellen Smith

  Wait for me
Where fruit trees grow
Rife and heavy-laden
Their pungent juices
Plentiful, overflowing
With zest
To flavor our lives
Wait for me
Where fruit trees grow
To scent our lives
With sweet savor
And, together,
We will bring forth
The honeyed nectar
Only the seeds
Of love can sow

 

 



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