Apple in the palm, Mykyta Ryzhykh

Michael Diehl, Oneonta Falls



Apple in the palm

Green like poison

Fast as a stream


Apple in the palm

For him

Stories written and told

You were Eve then

I was next to you then

And the rain stones flew to the ground


They watered the roots

And then the fruit grew


You were Eve then

I was there then

With you

And in the sky then lit up

Like an angel in the flesh lightning

Mykyta Ryzhykh

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