Fruit Tree Read Count : 36

Category : Poems

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Here am I.....
As a decayed tree.
I'm not totally free. 

Some of my fruits,
dangle, 
from my branches. 

Leaves are falling down. 

Some are bitter, 
and tart. 
Are maybe, 
a little bit, 
rotten? 

I have one problem.... 
The ranches,
even the farms.... never take them. 

The fruits seemed to be forbidden,
with a hidden, 
taste. 

I hope one day... 
next season.... 
That my little tree, 
will be okay! 





Comments

  • Kathy Robinson

    Kathy Robinson

    My meaning is, maybe next year you’ll have a better year at selling your fruits. Not this year because of the decayed tree.

    Dec 14, 2020

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