absence of nourishment
rakes upon the soul
in even well-spaced lines
as arid unforgiving soil
with no fruit to show
the beauty of nature’s labor
enter now spring
with nurturing hope and dreams
blossoming buds coloring green on white
once forsaken now renewed
desolation conquered
a promise laden path
fragranced aroma
of heart shaped love on the vine
tantalizing the senses
pick now while ripe
that birthed of passion
sweet with desire’s delicious nectar
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Wandering with myself....how many strawberries were needed to do such poem...tasty Poet...very tasty....and delicate like the Poet.
Your imagery runs deep and wide. A glorious write about a delicious delicacy. A 10 for this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery...the sweetness of each word.....Lovely!