The scent
Of crisp sweetness
Wanders
Among the
Narrow street
Filled
With chattering vendors
And their colorful products.
This redolence
Guides me through
The maze of
People
to
The stand
Where it lays.
How sweet
Are the colors
Of
The setting
Sun
That shaped
The smooth,
Cool,
Rounded
Heart
That I cradle
In my hand,
Which nurtures it
As I raise it to my
Red lips
And feel the
Saccharine
Juices
Swirling
Triumphantly
In my mouth.
There is
Nothing
So colorful
As the
Taste
Of
Exhilarating
Coolness
Dances with
my taste buds,
Mingling
With the
Joy of creation;
The creation of something
Beautiful,
Something derived
From a
Small, feeble sapling
That grew
And grew
Until it reached the heavens.
How joyous
Is the feeling
Of this life
Once lived
In the palm
Of my hand,
Now
Gone
But not soon
Forgotten.
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PuisiA poem I wrote for a loved one and a bunch of poems about lots of things.
