Ripen

Whence the ties knotted these leaping feelings
Given that the strings are latent yet tight
As for a ripe fruit is one with its peelings
But its sweetness overthrows a bitter bite
Savoring the wildest of desires to overflow
Like a spirited torrent that falls powerfully
Which knows no pause but more flow to bestow
Upon earth’s well that becomes green and flowery
As more wins are gained from its reaping
For fruit is forbidden to pick whilst raw
To grow and glee free of blight
The aim is to guard such beauty
As beauty is nourished at the roots of peace
The better the ties and the love increase

Poem by Farah A.Y

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