Feb 14, 2016

An apple, A pineapple...

Wandering through the greenery around
An yellow fruit caught her skirt's lace
An enchanting aroma made a call back
Unaware of the unique life growing inside
She smelt the scent, tasted the Sweetness
Sprouting leaves burnt like coal in winter
With a silent weep, without falling tears
Showcased the imprints in no-man's land

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