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Tag: fruit
The tropics are here
In the yellow curves on the table
And in my pocket.
Banal fruits we give for granted,
Travelled in group
Scared and green
To my table.
Like migratory birds at their first adventure,
They matured.
Refrain from participation,
Observation is the highest way of learning
And critical assessment.
Preserver your opinions
And let them ripen
Far from the others’ sight.
Golden and juicy
You will enjoy them in solitude.
In my basket for research
A Passionfruit and its core
is never missing,
A Green avocado assures
that everything proceeds smoothly,
And a brownish banana
takes results to maturation.