Thursday, 20 August 2015

RED APPLES



The woman with red hair
Flings her arm up to an apple...
Red apples hang from every tree.

The artist thinks of Eve,
but we all see a loose woman -
Red tears drop down a sexy dress.

No Eve, she, but another woman,
Ready to eat an unreal apple
From an unreal, china tree.

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