yesterday when
dust covered the roadside berries,
their blue hue shined in a nearby pile of snow.
some of them had more of a purple hue.
they asked you to take some of them with you,
back home.
but you didn't want to.
tomorrow you'll come back
and see birds eating the berries,
and dropping dead.
you will be glad you didn't eat those berries.
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