Fruit Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

Fruit



Fruits are like lovers.
There is no best one.
We always want
a whole basketful
to choose from
and before we do
our mind
samples all the flavours.
When, at last,
we decide which one to eat,
there's always something missing
that only the other fruits have.
But after all
it's exactly this
that makes that moment unique.
After all, we'd get bored
of only eating one kind of fruit.

Monday, August 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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