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Pomegranate

When the pomegranate tree in my back yard Comes to life in March The first things you see are the reluctant buds on delicate branches The reddish green leafs come in become greener and greener as the Spring goes on. Soon the little red flowers are in bloom looking like small old lady coin purses The flowers become the fruit Intense blood red that grow and grow . If not picked They burst or fall to the ground with a big thud splashing blood and seeds around. In an old Armenian folk song it says, "Two brides are bathing in the river, their bodies shimmer in the sun like pomegranate seeds, translucent" People made beautiful poetry even amidst misery .