Apple Tree Poem by Luca Menin

Apple Tree



Violet apples, on the tree hutch
The juicy shine,
Embarrassed at the sun touch,
The golden and greenish leafs,
hold the air, that breeze flattery
while fall dead, ferment.
The birds drunk sang.

Saturday, August 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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