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A leaf fell from the trees

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.

It’s a firework that burns with serpentine motion
‎We will ignite the sky with reports
‎Dazzle it’s story upon the trailing sky
Confelli will drop floating to the ground beneath us
‎Only if……



Poetry lover and writer.

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