i pluck an apple
from a giving tree
and toss it up
high it spins and twirls,
as crows swarm around
with their awful wings
ready beaks like knives
they cut away the skin
with no intent of doing me
a favor in their fighting hunger
as gravity takes it back
down to my hand skinned-
clean and ready to eat,
i take a bite and walk away
from something desperate; as
the world spins blank space.
then i realize things this good
never lasts forever,
knowing all too soon the core
will be stuck between my teeth.
Interesting write. After turning lemons into lemonaid, you still choke!
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I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Anthony L. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks