The tree of apple
Bowed by trust of God
That embrace the world
And make others feel loved
Restricted to pluck that apple
Broke the cycle
The trust would be broken
And will never be forgiven
One day a his loved one ask for one
If he refuses her
He will be doomed
So he pluck one
It's broke the pride of God
And the sorrow fall on
He was cursed
By the god's words
One apple
Cause his world fall
And the person he love
He lost her
~Ash
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Poetryit's just a collection of poem i wrote by my feelings, my pain, my happiness, my sorrow, my heartbreak, and my inspiration . . . everyone suffer from heartbreak and every heartbreak is different but the feeling we feel are same . . Feelings that can...
