Almond, almond

Your inside makes my mind sharp.
Your outside is a partly bird eaten.

Now ,you are maroon and fibrous
And tiny stones floating in the sun.

Almond , almond , why do you fall
When birds have stomach cramps?

Almond, almond, why are you light
When there are no more painters?

Almond,almond is there God’s son
In Mandorla light ,almond shaped?
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Are minds almond sharp over milk
When a moon is partly bird eaten.