Pistachios of Persia March 17, 2019August 6, 2019 ~ Sonya Kassam i know now how the ice cream felt teased by blistered lips a parched tongue taunts green droplets slither down the cone and the pistachios of persia naked, without their shells *** Image Credit Share this: Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related
I’d love to hear your poetic take on the empty shells with their fruit taken away from them :) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Not my poem but it is about the unshelled pistachio nut The Pistachio Shell LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Dear Sonya, What a lovely poem! You masterfully bring to mind worlds with words. All good wishes, robert LikeLike Reply
I’d love to hear your poetic take on the empty shells with their fruit taken away from them :)
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food for thought! :)
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Not my poem but it is about the unshelled pistachio nut
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Very well written! 👌🏼
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Dear Sonya,
What a lovely poem! You masterfully bring to mind worlds with words.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks Robert :)
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