Between hope and longing
Two dark red cherries
are laying on my tongue.
Fruity sweetness of life,
Should I place their seeds under the tree
of hope or under the tree of yearning?
Grey warped cloud games that would cause
neither pain nor joy
calls his own and the solar plexus is burning
like an unquenchable fire.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 26.07.2018.