Shall I teachShe let me borrow her poetry here. I let her have my picture there.
you the way
of a blossom,
the way of a cherry
- L.L. Barkat, Inside Out, p. 69.
When I grow up andShe takes my breath away.
know how to write
I'd love to own her delightful
gift for observation, for
making my heart dance, for
bringing tears where
there haven't been tears in years.
You must absolutely read her book.
Yes, L.L., teach me the way of your blossom. I want to learn what it is you know about her.
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