What a gorgeous, scent of burst,
On my brain, it comes as thirst,
Green its pits, are found in tree,
Red and ripped, they get in deed.

Such a scent, delights my mind,
So its texture, delights my taste,
When its grain, catches my eye,
Lovely aroma catches all rest.

It was blackened, in the fire,
This big process, gives the color,
Red as cherry, grain to see,
Blessed taste, rejoices me.

Zoila T. Flores

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