Eden like heaven

Mon, 12/09/2013 - 10:29 -- natedog

It was the top of the hour


as midnight struck its last hour


it turned the bright red apple sour.


There it lay in the darkness of the day


floating onward toward the bay


 aloft with the wispers of the sunray 


which shines through the tree tower


juiced with power, until the very end 


when the branch will break and bend


underneath the brown decaying bark


back into the dark,


my apple of red and sour


 had depart.

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