a lustrous apple falls off the market stall
tumbles and rolls down the messy road
the ground is all bespattered and footworn
a tired stallkeeper takes the apple, puts it back
unsold produce is covered with a grey tarp at night
gets ripe then rots according to nature’s plan
a dirty apple with a battered side cannot sleep
nor stop thinking of that road and the meaning of life
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 
Beautiful poem about that apple. Very fall appropriate! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much for reading this! 😄🙏
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It’s profound
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Tati thanks you!
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Well written.
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Thank you so much, Eunice. I’ll let Tati know! 😄
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sad in a many ways
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It really is when one considers the life not lived. Thanks so much for reading us!
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Nice
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Thank you, Anand!
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Great picture and imagery you conjured up Tony💕
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Aw, thanks so much for reading, Cindy!
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Just beautiful!!! ♡
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Much agreed, my friend. Thank you for reading Tati’s fine effort!
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really like the metaphor you use “it opens a window,inside” … keep sharing (:
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