Lonely a road cold
Leave the critics to their retorts
This is no scripture
No ancient Latin definition
It’s a story of how they met
For the rest of you this is where it begins
She sits with an apple
Entices the serpent
The boy will follow
Biting into her neck
She eats the freshly picked fruit
It’s crisp, juicy and grown with care.
A friends eye is a good mirror
It’s a firework that burns with serpentine motion
They will ignite the sky with reports
Dazzle it’s story upon the trailing skylines
Confetti will drop floating to the ground beneath their bare feet
Only if……
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Thanks Dean appreciated
interesting mix, Jason