Harvest
Conchita
My heart with yours lives a fall's romance.
We let the spring enter with flowers blooming in the balconies of our
young emotions.
Now, let's wait for the harvest in the silo of our lives, wearing necklaces of golden wheat, marjoram and crabapples, with a wild scent of quinces and ripe oranges.
Let' drink the juice of grapes and pomegranates, red like rubies, and toast to the harvest of our lives, ripened like those fruits under the sunshine of caring.
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