A mother's voice calls her children.
They are running on cloud nine.
Through the blackberry bushes.
Looking for treasure.
That needle hidden.
Between leaves or under rocks.
Crying for one final kiss.
One last hug.
Going home to rest.
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Poetryoriginally poetry by me for my poetry class. if you want me to add one of your original works to it send me a private message so I can get proper credit to you.
