The Apricot
what will you write of the apricot,
when the fruit has fallen for the last time?
'and the last apricot was
like his last letter
received a decade ago;
that was very little to quench my thirst
but his memories were enough to last for the lifetime'!
He fuel the flames of her esse
He is the essences of her poem
He was in her beneath like inebriation
His philtres and potions arouses welding
"He never returned and how time flies;
The apricot jam spread over the toast was his favourite
The coral fruit enfolded his tastes and touches
And the aroma of the juicy flesh dampen his ardour"
All I remember is 'the apricot and his last letter'.
Copyright © Shahnaz Islam | Year Posted 2020
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