“Apples don’t have hearts.”
In the hours,
early hours,
you brought this gift to me.
My fingers inspected
every inch of its red skin,
the variegation,
the squeak of moisture.
Finally, the worm path.
“This one has five.”
said I,
this one takes us by surprise.
October 27, 2015 at 8:14 am
This is superb
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October 27, 2015 at 5:34 pm
I really appreciate your comment. Thank you for reading my poem. I look forward to exploring your site.
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October 28, 2015 at 11:39 am
Big hug talented writer!♡
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October 31, 2015 at 6:07 am
Apples are my favorite food. It was so nice to see a poem on them. It made me smile ☺
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November 2, 2015 at 1:26 pm
Thank you so much for your comment and reading about the apples. There is such an amazing variety.
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