your laughter is a gift
like windfall apples
but twice as sweet
though apples bury me
in thoughts of how a glut
is often followed
by a barren spell –
no apples on the tree
lyrics | fictions | episodes ©Edwin Best, 2013-2020
your laughter is a gift
like windfall apples
but twice as sweet
though apples bury me
in thoughts of how a glut
is often followed
by a barren spell –
no apples on the tree
This is so beautiful – both tragic and hopeful. As most things are, I suppose.
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Thank you- tragic and hopeful? I like that – it means there is a use for poetry after all. Thanks again,
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