At first she thought it was
as easy as counting one, two, and three.
But then it changed to climbing a tree,
where a fruit she adores ripens once in a week.
She would climb up no matter how tall it was,
with scratches and bruises she didn't mind.
She was happy for all her time,
despite the scars all this while.
How was she in the remaining days
without the fruit on her hands?
She took care of the tree on her own
giving all her might; didn't leave its side.
But one stormy night, while she slept
at the side of the tree she couldn't live without;
her skin full of scars, the heavy rain touched.
She was deaf by the thunder, and then lay still when lightning struck.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
At first she thought it was
as easy as counting one, two, and three.
But then it changed to climbing a tree,
where a fruit she adores ripens once in a week.
She would climb up no matter how tall it was,
with scratches and bruises she didn't mind.
She was happy for all her time,
despite the scars all this while.
How was she in the remaining days
without the fruit on her hands?
She took care of the tree on her own
giving all her might; didn't leave its side.
But one stormy night, while she slept
at the side of the tree she couldn't live without;
her skin full of scars, the heavy rain touched.
She was deaf by the thunder, and then lay still when lightning struck.
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