Fruit Salad


A bronze pear
with running golden hair
fell from the chair
to the floor.

She lied to my right
and what gave me most delight
was her voice. And what a sight
She was walking out the door.

The orchard was full
with fruit sour and dull
but I wanted to taste all, full
and empty and wanted more.

A little sweet
picked with sour to treat
my salted wounds. Then to take a seat
with a bowl o' fruit salad my score


  • Author: Tomo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2018 22:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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