the cast iron farm bell calls in the fruit pickers
a wholesome lunch with colourful seasonal fruits
spreading on a quiet embroidered pastoral tablecloth
they are just a bunch of jovial young lads
scoffing down a meal
bantering as dessert
but you
you are reserved
quietly crunching on a Granny Smith
fixated on an open book
at the edge of the sun
they don't get you
you come freshly in the morning
sharp witted in a checkered shirt
with a tinge of bitterness
aloof to the rest
so they call you 'Pomelo'
somewhat endearing
and you like it
for it is forbidden
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Cassa these are such beautiful lines indeed my friend. What drove this piece I do not know but it is so lovely. Enjoy your weekend my friend. Love ❤️ and hugs, Joni
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Hi Joni, this piece is a result of creativity runs free. I had grapefruit in mind as we ate grapefruit today. And I started to write and this fell out. I truly had no idea how did it come about. 😀 I am glad it works.💚
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one lone fruit tree
such a pyrric victory
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Excellent again. Bravo. You rock.
xoxo
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Oh thank you so much. I start reading “Splendor and Sorrow”. You inspire me G! 💚💕
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My pleasure Cassa. Thank you so much for reading my book. Please know that you inspire me too. Sending love and blessings 🌺❤️🌹
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