An apple was tasted by a man,
A man who seems desirable
Given birth by today, knownothing
He who needs tolerance, forgiving.
An apple was tasted by a man,
A man who believed he was
Great as Alexander, rarest criticism
He who needs enthusiasm, optimism.
An apple was tasted by a man,
A man who runs a village
An actor of lived performance
He who needs connection, no defiance.
An apple was tasted by a man,
A man who's on a rocking chair
Calmly for the sunset, he's waiting
He who needs companion, everlasting.
Truth, all were apples to men.
All lived beside by one or two
In good, in bad neither destined.
You who's he being pertained.
YOU ARE READING
My Microfeelings
PoesíaI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
