I won\u2019t give up
\neven if my words lose me.
\nEven if my life
\nbares different fruit
\nevery season.<\/p>\n
I am so much
\nof rain and drought,
\ncold and heat,
\ncatastrophes large and small,
\nthat I am different.
\nOf bitter and sweet,
\na mouth tasting,
\nwith what fills my heart,
\nthat taking a bite,
\nI would swear
\nI never tasted this before.<\/p>\n
The way a kiss tastes
\non the tongue.
\nA new moon
\nshining on the water
\nwith the mint of cold.
\nThe aftertaste of
\nwhat\u2019s passed on,
\nbut haunts with
\nbeauty and regret,
\nat a loss for words
\nto explain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I won\u2019t give up even if my words lose me. Even if my life bares different fruit every season. I am so much of rain…<\/p>\n