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A gasp of love

I have a ripe fruit
Hanging on a tree;
Smart as tie and suit,
Salty like the Sea.

This fruit is ruby
And reddish outside;
Light but thick creamy,
Tasty juicy inside.

This fruit rise and moves
Like wave and billow;
Its craziness drives –
Me mad and shallow.

It is an Apple
Of my eyes and heart;
Never in ample
So for it we fight.

This fruit is of love
Not ending inside;
It may gasp and hove
Faint but never die.

© 2017, Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


  1. Written 11:11am today, in the toilet. Highly structured, and trending greatly too


  2. Vivian Zems says:

    Yep! Got it :). Does this type have a name?

    Liked by 1 person

  3. rupple0201 says:

    You are very very talented.. keep it up.. this one is completely different from your previous work

    Liked by 1 person


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