Poetry about pomegranate

Open me and

Window to the garden ...

And pomegranates that are not overpowered

Have left ...

Open me and

The memory of children who were lost behind fruitful pomegranate trees

And the footprint of you,

Backing the garden hedges,

Forever hidden ...

In what moment did we have a childhood rebellion?

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Pomegranate juice

Leave shame

When I took your hand slowly

Ruby seeds flooded

And your eyes

All-embracing

She reads love from my eyes

Let's take your love for you

Let me take you boldly

Maybe your cold lips and ice pack,

Live with a warm kiss

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The trees were all naked, it was November

And the wind came and it rained and stormed

Do not hit the pork red pepper

That stayed over this branch until the winter

Did not come and leave my chest and ah

How much was the ruby red overnight?

How much the garden was filled with fruit boxes

How big was the street box?

How much do you sit on your way and how much you are

It's easy for me to go and go

How did my story end so bitter?

How was it that I did not want to be?

The red pomegranate dried up, fell

And the ears of the garden became full of laughter