Blue Fruit Basket

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    Blue Fruit Basket

     Why must we be separated by our skin?
    Why must we hate each other?
    Our looks and colors.
    I am in love with a Pear but I am
    Just an Apple and they say
    It is not meant to be.
    Our love is sweet.
    Our love is maturing.
    But when can our love be eternal
    For I am just a Apple
    And she is a beautiful Pear that
    I cannot touch for I am bound
    By people who despise me
    For my looks and color.
    We are all the same.
    Some are bitter,
    Some are sweet,
    But in the end we are all
    The same in each others eyes.
    We are all bunched together in this basket
    We call home.

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    Mayuna commented on Blue Fruit Basket

    09-15-2010

    Nicely written and well put. Why does it have to matter?
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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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