Apple, by Invisible Poet Subscribe to rss feed for Invisible Poet

Supple skin
curled stem
taste buds taken
still clinging to limb

ripened by sun
weighted by rain
falling one by one
hiding within sugarcane

farmer curses bees
bee steals seeds in strife
bee plants tomorrows trees
giving farmer new life
Posted: 2009-12-15 17:44:09 UTC

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2009-12-16 19:41:05Convalescence
Hey, if you get a chance, email me. [email protected]. Maybe we can talk.

2009-12-17 03:24:27suzieQ
this style reminds me a lot of Birth