Pineapple From Thailand Poem by Sanja Atanasovska

Pineapple From Thailand



My country is dying.



I'm losing gifts

climbing

after your step song

with mustard flavor.



A drop of rain settles

in my eye

and you drink your coffee.

They see you at the table

slices of pineapple from Thailand.

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