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CHERRY
TREE
I
am the cherry tree whose fruits lovers share, the juices sweet
and staining their lips the red color of love. Every Spring I
cover my branches with fragrant white flowers that alert the
knowing ones to the promise of the sweetness to come.
Hard, green fruits appear, the green matching the sheltering
leaves that give life to me and protect me from the sun and
rain. Under my shade the lovers dream holding hands and looking
up, waiting for my fruits which will add to their passion.
At last the cherries are ripe, sweet red and plumply full of
sweet juice. Hungrily and with passion the lovers seek them,
grabbing handfuls to feed each other. Eagerly they stain their
lips red with the passion of my juices and find, there inside
the sweet flesh of each cherry, a hard stone.
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