Surreal Photography by Caracas Ionut |
The scent of ripeness
Is the scent of rust;
A complete life clefts
In a mote of dust.
That’s how we begin,
And how we go on.
When ripeness kicks in
Its cousin rust comes;
The taste of sourness
Hides in the sweetness.
Life is light and dark.
Fate is good and bad.
Opposites collaborate
In a field of grain
Making it all blend.
Ripeness points to the end
And makes way for rust.
And rust confounds us all.
Akpan
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