Bitter Strawberries
Ripe rouge, yet not as sweet,Tartness where sugar should meet.In fields of green, they stand alone,Juice of sorrow, the seeds sown.Tendrils reach, the sun to spurn,Berries blush, with sourness churn.Harvest of the heart, so bittersweet,Fruitful yield, but not a treat.Each bite, a tale of unripe dreams,In every chew, a silent scream.Nature’s rubies, fair in deceit,Promises…