נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

Blood On Cherries

In July of 2014
Shootings are going on
All over my garden
A blind bullet whistled
So close to my head
It hit onto a cherry tree
Crashed cherries have a look of a
Bleeding wound
I shall not tolerate homicide in my garden
Come close to me my love
Take a lick of my blood
I taste a cherry fruit she replied"."

iJuly 8th, 2014