Apples to Apples (A sestina)

The land smelled of apples.
It was warm and beautiful,
but at the brink of war,
it was soon torn apart, creating a whirlpool of diaspora.
Out came depression,
and hidden in a dark cave was one's perseverance.

Would perseverance
ever show its shameful face to the ones it has betrayed? The scent of apples
slowly disappeared. Depression
gained followers. The once beautiful
land was now trampled by war,
and shredded by diaspora.

Overran by war,
the only perseverance
that was around was the one fueled by the desire to control land. Choosing diaspora
was a person's only choice. Almost everything was gone; pictures, diplomas, apples...
The beautiful
aura that once embraced the country was gone. All that was left was depression.

Would anyone be able to overcome the depression
caused by this pointless war?
The beautiful
Perseverance
once held by the apples
of society, ran away with diaspora.

Even after the end, diaspora
claimed its numbers and depression
its casualties. The apples
slowly returned. The fight was over, but a new war had begun.
Nationalist showed their perseverance
in showing whose religion was the most beautiful.

Beautiful,
However, was what it was far from. Diaspora
Captivated the perseverance
The countries citizens' once had, and it unleashed the depression.
Its citizens mourned for what it had been, before the war.
No matter how much quantity or quality it could have had, the savior could not have been the apples.

The beautiful smell of apples
The diaspora caused by the war
Were the reasons the perseverance for optimism disintegrated; and the justifications for depression.
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This is the first sestina I ever wrote. I'm excited to hear what you think :)