Apple
Apple waiting
with no relent
for fate to sing
the rhapsody of descent
Patiently poised
at the journey's end
were two young boys
apple-eyed to begin
with no relent
for fate to sing
the rhapsody of descent
Patiently poised
at the journey's end
were two young boys
apple-eyed to begin
This Poems Story
I remembered sitting in our little orchard when I was 9 or 10 staring at a ripe golden delicious in the top of the tree wishing it would fall.
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