I took a stroll down a garden
Trees and lushes of grass
Fruits of delish
Butterflies on nectars
I took a bite of an apple
Of which fell from its tree
Sweet!
I thought to myself
But the longer I adore its taste
The more it grows foul
Nonetheless
I continue to eat it anyway
Even if it costs my health
Could you find a ressemblance?
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Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
