on our tongues, those
refracting seeds
our tastebuds
which, in the end,
become stained
with nature's blood. nature, ocean sun and wine, lips. so many ideas packed up in a small poem.. thanku dear poet. tony
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on our tongues, those refracting seeds our tastebuds which, in the end, become stained with nature's blood. nature, ocean sun and wine, lips. so many ideas packed up in a small poem.. thanku dear poet. tony