An unbitten apple
is the apple that is dined by its own worms...
Following a winding path up a hill...
at bedtime
my eyelids...
Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...
It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...
I lack the concentration
to transfer the information...
How much hating them,
would impale us to turn...
You're incurable
because you are the very...
one night
it dawn on me...
A poem is the
iteration of every...
Love so young and new
Passionate, fervent at start...
Whatever we decide and do
forever would change and alter the world...