Divine Delight

What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve ! Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive . Words became satisfying minting juice , Black with currents ,mingled bittersweet after Soft like lush ripe and delicious in undying truth . But In this colorful world of pines and apples , With the sour and the dapples between the toil We will weather the rains and dry foggy nights . In all laughter and of youthful lovers delight , Not of science of apples falling for clues Nor of religion with the doom preceding the bite . But with all hope hope from a trampled rose , Earnestly rooting for the hazelnuts Swinging between the canes of sugars and beats. As it touches the ground like a whispered prayer, With heaven's own sacramental wine Wholesome and pristine “ Five centimeters beneath the dangling papayas , under a starry night gaze with splendor Can you see how vividly the moonlight scrawls the pomegranate. Beneath moist soils with seeded holes ! Hold your grounds your sprouting melon So here’s to your juice you amazing Tangelo Hold your grounds with bunches of love .