an orange lays on the table
juicy and fresh
the apple is feeling rotten
much less than blessed
a radio on the wall
forecasts a storm
the tv near the window
declares the day too warm
two ants near my feet
fight for a crumb
a chaffinch takes flight
escapes the mortal thumb
life all around me
is full of small wonders
evolution’s more than
stray, successive blunders
that gives rise to hope
no, i’m not a mistake
forged in the heart of stars
you plus me, we equal awake
even if sometimes
i feel like a rotten apple
i’m an orange soul
warm beneath the leafy dapple
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
Those tiny images you bring in the poem add up to give me a nice picture of an everyday room.
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A nice, cosy room really. Yeah, I like that picture, Devin. Thanks for reading!
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great. Flows so well
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Thank you! 😀
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Beautiful writing and lovely rhythm
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Thanks so much! 😊
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 😊
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💚👍
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😄😁
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This is brilliant, friend. Well done. 🕊
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Thank you! 😊
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To say I like this is inadequate, but I’m a Brit and we’re not known for hyperbole. So I’ll stick with understatement. Yea. Good. 🙂
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We’ll take it! 😊😉
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🙂
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We’re all rotten apples man. Who doesn’t like a little cider now and then?
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Well, since you put it like that, bottoms up! 😊
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Amazing ballad 👏👏👏
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Thanks so much, Kritika! 😊
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Never ever a rotten apple, always a juicy orange and a bright shining star. Love the poem very much. ❤️❤️❤️
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Aw, you’re very kind! Thanks so much! 😊
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