I feel claws get closer
Dash pass my long hair
I never duck stay still
I watch if it persist
Gone in moment of time
Hidden in leaves of lime
Fruits green sour taste
Shiny to see at its best
I wait to ripe to sweet
Yellow could be a sign
Should i pick with my hand
Or let it fall to ground
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