Rupa Rao posted under PenMuse-44 Poetry on 2022-09-11

Semi bitten berries colored dust Picked with love, wiped, popped into mouth Magic of memories, truest joy to trust No matter regions, directions, north-south Most fun were breaking rules to flout Hiding from grownups, felt so fully grown Dressed up old, tried altered grown tone No amount of faking old, ages youth young Races age unawares, all bemoan Softly croons the nostalgia unsung   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!