Apple
This fruit fell on the earth
With passionate force.
It happened there was a storm.
I saw it.
The other fruit stayed on it's branch.
It stayed on it for a long time.
It didn't move at all
So I plucked it and ate it.
Whether the fruit dropped or stayed
I was happy with it.
I loved all and everything
In this world.
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