Smell of passionA Poem by SorenVested in spring blossoms, perfume of passion fills the air The smell is sweet, prowling creatures greet its fragrance fair Amorous bees by scent caught are brought to pollinate flowers of beauty Lovers on wings serenade to persuade for a taste of honey's sweet booty Fruit droplets grow and drip from branches high and low, heavy laden Season's yield behind a leaf shield, show in the arms of a tree maiden Blush of ripening fruit attracts to each shoot hungry birds and worms Predators and competitors ravage and loot introjecting larva's germs Damaged fruit fall to rot, all for naught on the ground a discarded waste In it only fermented memories are found parasitic bound, bitter to the taste Fruit picked preditor pricked, with time does wrinkle with age Spring to summer, summer to fall, assuage winter's icy stage of rage
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