CHERRY BITE

The pleasure taken with every flesh loss;

which does not weep nor grieve,

and the savour of sour and sweet;

distils the suffer and woe.

The cherry lives in the land of peace;

how can they force a fruit,

to be packed and sold for good?

It’s not like a can of drink;

turning the eyes and,

it shall disappear in a litter void.

Nor like the polluting river;

involuntarily accepts,

the unwanted from

the unawakened.

It’s an elegant fruit;

imbibed with stories of nature,

which is now captured,

in a final canvas as furniture.

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