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Pregnant with Autumns flavor.
Rung from the green vine.
The soft scent of ladies in the orchard,
Buried under time.
They fall upon their corpses,
Filling the air with the foul
Scent of decaying happiness and
The sweet melody of fresh apples.
Now whenever our hands touch one another,
As you smile gratefully, for you own
My frail heart,
My mind returns to that night in the orchard
When passion bloomed.
When our lips were raw from the
Small taste of love
We received
When we felt as one.
Rung from the green vine.
The soft scent of ladies in the orchard,
Buried under time.
They fall upon their corpses,
Filling the air with the foul
Scent of decaying happiness and
The sweet melody of fresh apples.
Now whenever our hands touch one another,
As you smile gratefully, for you own
My frail heart,
My mind returns to that night in the orchard
When passion bloomed.
When our lips were raw from the
Small taste of love
We received
When we felt as one.
wrote it in advisory.
an apple inspired me.
an apple inspired me.
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Overall Vision Originality
Technique ImpactIt changed my outlook on how I looked at mundane things around me. The poem gives a third dimensional life to the parts of nature with expressions like "Pregnant with Autumn flavour" and "fall upon their corpses" which I personally love.
It is a very interesting and voluptuous poem and it takes its reader to the location created by the poem. I love the concept o being one with the fruit,and hence mother nature a very Frostian theme (Poem two look at two if you are interested).
All in all, a very very amazing work of inspiration. You changed my outlook on things and I am ever so glad for it.
Thankyou!