the curls of a vine remind me of how life can be
it's left and it's right
round about here
or like my first roller coaster ride as a child
look out, we’re going upside down
but brick walls don’t remind me of waterfalls
and lemonade was never sold from a little stand on the curb
where innocence is fragile, precious and pure
hold it like a wine glass
sip it, don’t stir
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About the Creator
Leslie Price
Hi, I'm Leslie and I like to write poetry and take pictures of the moon <3
I hope you enjoy !!
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