Forbidden
how beautiful the fruit behind cherished barsthe depths of which resplendent stars
the zest of which i ll never taste
still hanging there, is it a waste?
with but one to take a hold
of what value it could have sold?
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-04-19 at 21:51
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