Rotten Fruit Poem by Grant Stevenson
Rotten Fruit
Rating: ★5.0
I fall to the floor like over ripe fruit from a tree
Slightly rotten, ignorant and in need of replication
Mind in desolate isolation
I carry on in unfettered degradation
Decomposing until returned to earth
To be reborn again and again and again
Happy Days!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: isolation
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8/6/2026 1:30:58 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
good philosophy here...beautifully delivered...10