Onions, Salt, and Limes

LIfe, the beauty of life. Sweet, yet it tears at you like a knife. Entices one like the sweetest fruit, Let's you grow, then plucks you by the root. Like a treasure long sought after, As a childs adorable laughter, Yet sour and bitter at moments, Balancing happiness with torments. Onions, salt and limes, A mixture one must taste at times. White and black, but mostly gray, Dries your soul like hardened clay. It is dark, yet bright, Pitch black, yet pure white. Giving off a blinding light, Yet devouring you in the darkest night.