Bitter and Sweet


Bitter and sweet,

Zest, pith and pip,

The sun on my back,

The tang on my lips,


In wide blue horizons

I silently slip,

In old cobbled streets

Where kind strangers live,


Between the tall houses

White billowing sheets

Like billowing sails

And sand stroking feet,


I am more myself now,

These meandering days

That will live in the tales

Of long- gone holidays,


When I taste that fruit now;

The bitter and sweet,

I return once again

To those old cobbled streets.


Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

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bitter & sweet by Antonia Sara Zenkevitch


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