Apple Tree

Apple tree of December

growing strongly with tender

those days I can still remember

voiceless pain and endless suffer

Silver bullet that disguised as seed

shamefully hidden below the skin of greed

wipe those tears and falsely claim it as deed

innocent breaths and dark sorrow are what you need

What lies under the beautiful ground

are the limbs that have never been found

What continuously nourishes this soulful tree

are the infinite bloods that put a shame on the sea

This, is too raw for the tree to grow backwards

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