Danni PetrilakApr 6, 20231 min readBitter BerriesThe autumn breeze runs chilling fingers down my neck —a taste of nature in every chew, every bite, every swallow. It kisses my skin in deceptive desperation —for just one more taste, one more hug, one more touch Of something that’s already gone
The autumn breeze runs chilling fingers down my neck —a taste of nature in every chew, every bite, every swallow. It kisses my skin in deceptive desperation —for just one more taste, one more hug, one more touch Of something that’s already gone