(from the fresh cycle `Monorymy` - all verses or individual verses have identical rhymes)
She was inactive afraid of the fruit.
To taste it – she refused.
Though he was greatly tempted, she was not allowed,
– Not yet – she whispered to him.
Time passed rapidly – the older constant.
Finally, the desire came – she tried.
Having tasted it, she wanted it again.
A large appetite – she shortly got,
– I gotta catch up! - The flesh was squeezing.
– It was time – she repeated.
– For the hard work of waiting – she announced –
I will be my fruit – day by day I will take.
But the time of the harvest – already slept,
the vitality of life – it has decreased,
wet skin – firmness of the body
The fruit came back – it failed.
He became besides soft – and though she wanted,
different ways – she did not
in all the saints – she urged...
The juice was no longer given.
...Such a punch line – entangled:
'Mother Nature – time has given you,
when you wait besides long – even if you cry,
cities eat fruit – you've got shit!'
