Grapes Poem by Francie Lynch

Grapes



Love and disdain
Are two fruits
On the same
Clustered vine.
When picked
And fermented,
They make
Fine wine,
Or bitter vinegar.

Saturday, August 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit,hatred,love
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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