'These Fruits' by Trish |
These fruits are from a far land, of long, long ago.
They are full of sweetness, an essence, an endless flow.
Their colors are of a darkness, that only shows at night,
And whoever eats this fruit, must ever so carefully bite.
The tree bows low it's branches, which have never felt the sun,
Touches the hand that reaches for the tenderest fruit of all,
Goes gratefully, into the warmth, and rests there from the fall.
Tushie
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