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The Fruits

Some losses are unaccounted for….

Sana Rose
Sana Rose
May 6, 2020 · 1 min read
Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

Mangoes from winter blossoms
swinging in the summer breeze.

Hung from their baby bums;
upside down,
babies of illegitimate thoughts,
born to the early hours.

A few new leaves sprout
on their umbilical cords flying free,
so that they can cook for themselves.
And save the…