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Little Red Apples
Memories of little red apples
ripe from the orchard
and rainbows
where a tree once grew
and rain promised glory
in the spring rain
whooping as time flew by
as a young lad in love
and now the frost
covers the leaves
where once an apple tree
with blossoms for your hair
ripe from the orchard
and rainbows
where a tree once grew
and rain promised glory
in the spring rain
whooping as time flew by
as a young lad in love
and now the frost
covers the leaves
where once an apple tree
with blossoms for your hair
Published 22nd May 2022
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22nd May 2022 4:59am
22nd May 2022 1:25pm
22nd May 2022 11:08am
Dear A,
To me, the loss of my loved ones bring on memories of mixed emotions. I really admired the metaphor and melancholy of loss in this piece. Lovely write. H🌷
To me, the loss of my loved ones bring on memories of mixed emotions. I really admired the metaphor and melancholy of loss in this piece. Lovely write. H🌷
22nd May 2022 1:25pm
