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Vines

nikkilynpugh

May 23, 2021

poetry

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Winding 
Whooley 
Laughing
Fighting 

We are vines reaching 
Towards the sun
We are hands reaching 
For new fresh wine 

We are wanting 
To stomp
And snort 
We are vines
Reaching 
For the son. 

We are new wine
We are fresh leaves
We are grapes picked
We are dew
We are rain 
We are rainbows 🌈 

Archs lifting and stretching
And marching forward
Towards harvest.

nikkilynpugh

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