Two poems inspired when I was eating an apple!
A is
for
Deep within the heart
of a layered fortress,
beneath crimson armour
and soft white flesh
potential waits;
an orchard invisible.
An Orchard Invisible
succumbs to pearly axe heads,
striking, tearing.
White flesh exposed
beneath crimson armour, stripped.
A precious treasure held at the heart
revealed and removed,
forgotten in its abandoned place
until potential grows.
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