Some lush, some slowly hardening
Round tiny beads shining on a thin stem
Glistening like beads of sweat
Purple fruits have fallen from the tree
Ripe on the soggy ground
To be picked and plucked
And savoured by the swirling tongue
Purple fruits lie crushed and curled
Smeared in their own juice
Slowly oozing drops of nectar
Purple is the colour of satiation today.
- Piyu
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