Pomegranate
Cell after cell from shell seed,
Swathed in desire, i'm recreated,
Rounding me to completeness
Replenished with sweetness-
Made of dirt called earth
And metal named salt,
The scales still balance,
Harmonious with all difference
To become like earth messenger
The word of God, in the form of
Garden flavoured living juice,
You live on.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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