Trail


A trail of berries,

Like fallen beads from a broken necklace,

The colour of Snow White’s lips,

Trail through woods.

A girl running,

Along this path,

Past two children walking hand in hand,

Hoping the birds won’t eat the trail,

Before they find their way home.

And I’m searching for a gingerbread house.

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