Apple Trees - Poem by Daria Pinfold
How to forget that Apple trees -
Against the nastiest weather,
Trembling with their knees.
Their blossoms falling down
Were curled and soft and gown
In comely shade of blue;
In pallid shapes of two.
Inside it's crying out-
No longer cold and proud,
Still loving you.
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