My life is intertwined with apple
Apple knew me before I was born
It blossomed to inform my mom
“He’s coming”
And that messenger was strange
Apple blossom, middle of winter
It worried my father who kindled
Apple-concerned I am; have been
From then, I mean the time I go it.
Wrinkled brown apple sparkles in ice
Though green it sparkled in sun once
I sat; took photo as concerned as ever.
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