A & A
Apples and air
Sweet breaths that dare
to speak.
Ominous thoughts
In the sea.
The whirlpool of future,
Dreams and pleas.
Culture of death and end,
Its just another beginning.
Aplles and air.
The street lamps
in the night.
The moon
on the rise.
The innocence
In their eyes.
Tradition of growth and lies,
Another disguise.
Apples and air.
Desire to survive,
To wake up
In order to live,
Not just to be alive.
And for all the finer tries,
It's a mystery
They never dreamed
To fly.
Toast to apples and air,
For keeping it real
That life isn't fair.
And when you run out
Of sadness and despair
Remember there's still
The inanimates to bear.
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This is really interesting. It brought about a bit of thought, which is always nice, but it also felt really good to read. I like the repetition of Apples and Air. I wonder what you meant to contrast there? Maybe the difference between something we can see, feel, taste, and smell; and something else just as real but of which we have no perception. We need both, but the substantial one is easier to think about. Or maybe you just contrasted these things because they sound nice together, I don't know. But I enjoyed reading your poem.