Poems

The philosphy of a fruit seller

My friend! You were like an apricot
The moment I wanted to taste you
I threw away your crux and inside.
 
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My old mate you are sometimes
a tangerine!
You spontaneously undress.
and sometimes you are like an apple
without your skin
and with it you are edible.
 
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Neighbour!
You are like a fruit knife
There is no time
when you are not
on our dinner table
but you must forgive me
I don’t like you.
 
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My dear homeland! You are a lemon
When you are named
the world’s mouth waters
but I get all goosepimply.
 
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You, stranger!
I am sure you are a watermelon
unless I go threw you like a knife
I wouldn’t know what you are really like.