They lay bruised
And battered
Fallen apples
From the tree
Wounded
And hurt
Much like you
And me.
Windfalls unwanted
Save by
Hungry horses
And worms
Carrying scars
Unpicked and forlorn.
In grassy carpet
To slumber
Awaiting fate
And decay
Some people
Are windfalls
In lifes
Cruel way.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: October 25th, 2025 03:08
- Category: Unclassified
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