Tough Pear
木梨
I watch it moulder down
To a deep pulpy brown
Smells the same lemon fragrance
I keep it for the remembrance
From golden glory to a sorry story
All that used to flourish
For nothing but to perish
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Author:
arobot (
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Comments1
wonderful metaphor
thanks for sharing dear poet
(all that is Spring, viewed
upon its Autumnal demise
should be treasured
for surviving without being consumed
by that chaos of existence...)
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