No Need For Full Stops

I looked deep in your eyes

And saw myself
Back up in the damson tree,

Moss stains all over
My favourite t-shirt,

Shaking fruit
From the branches

As my dad stood below
With an open plastic bag,

A smile spread wide
Across his face.

I felt happily confused,
Alive in my daydream,

I didn’t need answers,
No need for full stops.

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