Sweet and ripe
Juicy and delicious
The first fruit of the tree
has fallen just for me
It was just
out of reach
the bright golden
Beautiful peach
And then as it fell
onto the ground
it burst open
with little sound
It turned bad
and brown quickly
and I think to myself
when was the fruit ripe?
When the fruit was
just out of reach
and that's why I never
got my beautiful ripe peach
~N~
Figurative language anyone? I wrote this again in five minutes during recess XD
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Poetry For People
PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) Similar names and/or experiences are merely coincidences as I use fake names if any at all. *#25 in poems, #5 in Poembook* This poetry is specially designed for you love! Enjoy~
