October 30, 2003

• Apples and Sky

  
  

  Taste the sweet apples;

  
  

  Upon the early morn comes,

  
  

  Beautiful sunrise

  
  

  Dying

  
  

  The rotting flesh bleeds

  
  

  Torn up by the chirping birds;

  
  

  Gone is the buzzing

  
  

  Of the bees on the flowers

  
  

  Tasting the heart of the corpse.

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