Sweet Apples
You’re like
sweet apples
in the summertime
Like breezes
through grasses
you ease my mind
Come whisper softly
next to me
You’re everything
that I need
'Cause I need
sweet apples
and breezes
in the summertime
And I need
soft whispers
next to me
to ease my mind
Come dream
beside me
and be mine
You’ll be
all I need
all through time
Just whisper
that you’re mine
1/9/2022
Be Mine Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Regina McIntosh
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