Fruits Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Fruits
The fruit seeded,
The fruit skinned,
The fruit tasted sweet.
It was the symbol of satisfaction,
The fruit of labor done.
I ate this fruit so many times.
I had this fruit everyday.
I made pies and tarts to this day.
This was the fruit of my labor.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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