My Apples
I had denied. I wasn’t firm.
And now I must admit:
I didn’t want to see the worms,
‘Cause apples were so sweet.
The trunks were slimy, leaves were torn,
I guess, I needed more…
They said:” Watch out for the worms!”
I thought – how wrong they were!
I tried to leave, but would return
And then I had to spit:
My apple was bitten by a worm!
But it was still so sweet…
Until one day I saw those things:
They eat my fruit and drool.
My apples're rotten and that means –
I have been such a fool.
I left, I didn't have the nerve
To watch the beasts full grown.
Oh God, you think I don't deserve
A garden of my own?...
© Copyright: Юлиана Пауэлл, 2014
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