When the apple on the table met the one in my mind, they spoke of the distance between blossom and knife. And I of this childhood at the end of my life.
November 20, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Aging, Apples, Childhood, Death, Diaries, Gratitude, Joy, Life, Poems, Poetry
William Michaelian 