Thursday, February 4, 2010

MY RED APPLE


Let not excess of it flow,
my red  apple...
For it might drown my soul
And bomb the twin towers of my mind..

Let not little of it trickle,
My red apple...
For it might starve my soul
And cripple the inner core of my heart...

Yes, Just let it be always..
As passion-filled as a young love..
Just let it be always...
As soothing as a summer breeze...
Just let it be always...
As pure as a winter snow....
Just let it last...and last...forever!
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe




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