Looking At The Apple
Is it still possible?
Just like a child,
Always looking up,
waiting for the apple to fall
I keep the fire burning
But the wind keeps on blowing,
The fire slowly dims
I hold my breath, afraid it will give out
But I realized, why should I?
I raised my head and looked at the apple,
I should just wait, I mumbled
If it's your will, then it will fall
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Her Letter's Clandestine
PoetryPoetry collection, a compilation of ideas and concepts resting inside my head. Sounds that cannot be heard. Just the expression of my little mind.
