The apple
Big and light green
Oval an spotless
Freshly looking and neat
Profusely admired
Then the incisors and canines
Sank into the flesh
It is devoured and no more
The end of the encomium ruse.
(Monday,23/10/2023,8.30pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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