apple tree
the spring arrives
your blossoms begin to bloom
the simplicity of your fragrance
so pure and blissful
but as time began to pass
your leaves started to change
they'd darken, then crumble
the sun no longer fed you
you refused the fresh rain
for it was not that you gave up
it wasn't that simple
you wished to grow higher
reach ten-foot-three
but your apples wouldn't ripen
no matter how hard you tried
gone too quickly
like a blink of an eye, but no
you weren't forgotten
your seeds were planted once more
for future memories
but
that pretty little apple tree
lives on
//a temporary absence of a loved one
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Poetrythis is a piece i created in the duration of complications in my lifetime. these words are brought among myself from the pure bliss days, to the heartbreaking nights that kept me awake questioning my reason at all. betrayal, abandonment, love, ecsta...
