Where the Apple Falls

Dangling innocently,
longing to escape.
As frustration helps to ripe free.
The Fall finds me lying
In calm surroundings.
Breaking away from the past,
allowing it to rote away.
Leaves a core of hope.
Longing to grow and make a rooted future.
Contribute to this cycle,
of broken stems and branches.





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