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The last lemon could be the first demon.
Don't regret the sourness
when you already tasted the ghost.
Trace the ends track the bends,
cause darling it is the last lemon the dearest moron.
Don't be sorry control the fury,
I wonder what tasted bitter
maybe it's my soul that sunk
in the seeds of the lemon
that was never supposed to be planted.
Indeed it was the last lemon
But I don't think it will die alone anymore
I did plant it anyway,
But I wouldn't regret it
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (2)
Very well written!
Magnificent poem! Well written ✨