Blueberries I eat the color Of the smallest fleeting When my room's dark violet Breaks into blue, chewing Slowly only a handful, Pulping the painless, Delighting in delicate Orbs of sweet quiet, Refusing to let the dawn go
Blueberries
I eat the color
Of the smallest fleeting
When my room's dark violet
Breaks into blue, chewing
Slowly only a handful,
Pulping the painless,
Delighting in delicate
Orbs of sweet quiet,
Refusing to let the dawn go
Copyright 2014 by Jonel Abellanosa