She went to the garden to pick some fruit.
From the oldest tree with the deepest roots.
The fruit was yellow with patches of brown.
She always ate it when she felt down.
The taste was bitter, rotten and sour.
You'd think she'd rather eat a fresh flower.
But this fruit would feed her sorrowful thoughts.
Just what she needed, right then on the spot.
Confirmation, "Unworthy is me!"
She's eaten the fruit of the Unworthy Tree.
very very nice !!
much liked...
©bishu
:)
thanks Bishu!
Big smiles...
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ooooh this is good. Ive eaten
ooooh this is good. Ive eaten from this tree many a time. Hope you are not the protagonist
I ate it! Dang that
I ate it! Dang that tree!
protagonist is better than antagonist Tho.. Right?
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hahaha yeah antagonist would
hahaha yeah antagonist would be quite lame
Right?
though most good stories do have one
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very true, although mine may
very true, although mine may not. Does society and drugs count?
Yup! I think so...
Yup! I think so...
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Is that a twist at the end
Rise again.
KS
trying...... gotta turn the
trying......
gotta turn the twist into a dance I think
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