Embrace Sour Lemons

Embrace sour lemons
And forty-year old wine.
Because a bitter taste is barely bearable. . . .
And only so much shine is kind.

Embrace a beautiful sunset.
Who stages a thousand suns.
And begins a new day . . . .
Where the sunrise hypnotizes in order to inhibit the growth . . . .
Of apricots, oranges, and grapevines.

Embrace a flowing stream.
Whose presence comes and goes.
But is necessary, when life looks rough, tough, and grim.

Embrace laughter.
Because nothing is more powerful . . . .
Or captivating.  Such as rainbows . . . .
But they only appear on occasions.
So enjoy them.

Embrace true love.
For in this world, it’s hard to find.
Especially when you don’t know . . . .
What it means to be taken alive.

Embrace sour lemons.
And forty-year old wine.
Because lemons could always be rotten . . . .
And wine only vibes, for a certain amount of time.

Robert Alexander Deason     Peace

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