A Bunch Of Ripe Guavas

on a basket
is a bunch of
ripe guavas

the birds
early this morning
shall be
envious about us

every fruit
is love waiting
to be slowly chewed
savored and
swallowed

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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