Who sees the apple
growing, when
winter shrouds its tree?
Who hears the hum of
life beneath
layers of heartache?
To share is human:
The Apple
"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
Who sees the apple
growing, when
winter shrouds its tree?
Who hears the hum of
life beneath
layers of heartache?
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