Soo many already
Heart breaks and pains
Becoming numb
Life being drained
Discerning, Deciding
Pride is subsiding
Learning or fighting
I am not enlightened...
The date tastes good
Till you get to the seed
The hard, rough seed that stops you from chewing all the way
Decide what to do
Spit her out
Or swallow it in?
For every single date that I have had
Which is right to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem