Mint

 

 

 

 

 

Minty
is my mouth
like green leaves on a fledging tree
or a lily pad lost at sea.
The bud who yearns for the bee.
Fresh, young, naive.

Strawberry jam trapped in a jar.
Like a sparkling piece of glass, a shard
growing dusty in the dark
is my heart.

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