There were women at different
ages
At different stages, with different
shades,
Responsible for my springs
and blossoms.
They remained as blossoms and
withered.
Trees send blossoms in every
spring and
Fruits later, though less in
proportion.
Women of mine gave me only
blossoms
Which fed my nose and left my
stomach.
19.12.2000
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