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The Significance of Apples- Writer's Craft
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Best of the Best(Favourites) Red fading to green
bruised from a basket
a bag-
the hands of the workers that
picked it.
Top and bottom alike
both are indented
made brown over time.
The red deepens at the end
like the sky at sunset
flecks of yellow-
like the stars that may appear.
It may have been smooth once
skin over flesh
with time always wrinkles
not covering the flesh so well
as it did in it's youth.
The smell still subtle
not exageratted
and silent like most apples
usuallt tend to be.
While being ignored
for all the bruises-
the ourer appearence
no heed given to the inside-
the flesh still sweet
juices flowing
waiting to be enjoyed.
But left to wait
as it rots away.
"skin over flesh"
amazing line so small so good
"no heed given to the inside-
the flesh still sweet
juices flowing
waiting to be enjoyed."
ok that is good but also can be takin sickly
never let andy near this poem
it could also be like soul and shit coz the rot away bit
thats how i feel
nice job
but the other one is better
Much Love
Ashley