There is a fruit that all yearn for, and whether we know it or not, we will strive against everything to attain it.
THE FRUIT
The fruit, so ripe – to me it seems,
Hangs, oh, so close, and in my dreams,
My waking hours, and those I sleep,
I yearn, I stretch, I reach to keep,
From mind of man, to total truth,
Visions all seen from in my youth,
To touch, to feel the skin so free,
A goal all reach for – liberty,
Bouquet so sweet and freely there,
It hangs – so reach – its nectar bare!
PTR March 12, 2011
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