My friends are growing on a tree Poem by Ivan Slamnig
My friends are growing on a tree
My friends are growing on a tree
wearing green shirts and pink shirts,
dark blue trousers and light blue trousers:
some of them are hanging like apples, or like pears,
some like oranges, all others like grapes.
I shake the tree and my friends fall down
and, by God, they kill themselves
but - I must be stupid - for the moment it seems to be
the only way to communicate with them.
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