Small enough to hold
In the palm of your hand
Blood red, glossy, slightly bruised
As it catches the light in the room
Symbolisms in fairy tales and tales of old
A fruit to stay away from
Forbidden or filled with poison
One would only have to risk
With its taste of vibrancy
A crispy, juicy crunch
The sweetness of it inside
Is enough to make on melt
Falling from trees so high in the sky
Tumbling to the ground
One apple is enough for me
As I hold it in the palm of my hand
Echo Eleeya Eensey
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