A seeds that grow from bed of soil,Everywhere grew as time goes by,Wandering what color it would beA pale or a strong regime of desire.
For those years passed, I frown and stay
A leafy small tree that’s on my way,
Waiting for what it would be,
A hundred hours I will spend to thee.
The taste is often less sour, or tart,
than that of an orange
While less tart, tangerines are,
considered to be sweeter than orange.
A peak from this pebbly-skinned, on October to April
Willingly catch the mandarin craze of excitement,
The waiting is finally over,
In my hands I taste the sweetest tangerine ever.
ABOUT THE POEM
A Sneak Peek on Tangerines is my first debut poem here in this blog (wordpress), I kindly asked myself why I always look after this tangerine and why? So I came up to do a poem about peaking on tangerine peak season’s where this citrus fruit came out in the market. I personally bought it home while reading, every week I take a peak whether it come out in the market.
Created: 2/11/2012
First to see the post originally in: https://yurikobayashiblogs.wordpress.com/2012/02/11/a-peek-on-tangerines-poem/
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