We stood under
The apple-tree,
With the ripe fruit
Its branches bent…
You didn’t venture
To hand me the apple
That you held
In your trembling hand…
it's a rare and isolated love dream...........but inflicts a beautiful dream of all. good job tsira.
nice poem yet lusciuos when wrough with imagery, i do enjoy,10/10, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
A small and wonderful image of dream.10 from me.