The apple was the shade of crimson,
Yet, ever transparent.
Its dark green stem swirled at the top,
Connecting itself to a crystal branch.
Like the garden of eden,
The fruit was ever so tempting for her.
Like Eve,
Taking a bite of the forbidden fruit.
Yet, the crystal apple could only,
Ever be shattered.
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made of glass
Poetrya poetry collection each poem has a song that helped to inspire them :)
