The Fruit-Seller’s Philosophy
My friend! You were like an apricot.
At the first bite,
I spat out the core and crux.
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My old flame! Sometimes
you're a tangerine,
undressing so spontaneously,
and sometimes you're an apple,
edible
with or without the peel.
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Neighbour!
You're like a fruit knife.
There's never a time
when you're not
at our dinner table.
But forgive me if I say -
you're a waste of time.
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Dear homeland, you're like a lemon.
When you are named,
the world's mouth waters
but I get all goosepimply.
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You, stranger!
I'm sure you're a watermelon.
I won't know what you're really like
till I go through you like a knife.
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.