Pine apple
From sweet must have turned
To sour
Leaned from the grapes
This is what life teaches
First comes birth
Is sweet
Then growth and sour
At the end bitter death
My share of tasting was the bitter
Poisonous and killer…
She had come
With kind heart
Had brought what saw fine
In bags, cans, also jars
Kindness is kindness and valuable
But the tastes can differ
One may take food, drinks
Important
While chat with beverage
For the same
Another may not care
In fridge pine apple
Was stuck
Turned bitter
Same is life;
In many occasions
Simple wrong decisions
Blind of factual, dream-based
Hidden by blanket
Unaware of details and curtains
Can end in the sack of deep grave…
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