A forbidden fruit hanging from a tree dangling in front me. Holding
my lips that want to meet its sweet taste. It calls out to me, wishing
to me, hoping to me, longing for me. It's beauty whisking the air out
of me. A forbidden fruit dangling perfectly in front of me. Though
loving it's beauty I slip away and let nature be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem