Apples - Poem by Azure Critic
My first night in Leuven, your messy dirty room
was scented with the flavor of the apples you had brought home from the farm where you worked.
I couldn't see them. They were scattered somewhere in the dark corners of the room.
"Sometimes the apples smell so bad, and I have to search the whole room to look for them", you said.
I didn't know that would be haunting,
as I didn't know Camilo with chestnut trees in Brusselstraat would be the place to live my last days in Leuven,2007.
I left there a year of little happiness, just like the previous years.
Where I am living now is filled with autumn
Shiningly red apples on the tables. Oh! How poetic they are.
Picking up apples from the trees, I have never done it
Sorting out apples into categories, I have never done it
The scent of the apples in the dark corners that year makes me cry.
Create Date: October 18,2011
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