Expression
Like the wild birds,
we debate in endless tweeting .
Our words are chaos ,
that drive us to the
hall of pandemonium.
we had vowed
to plant the apple tree together
spend endless nights
in each other's arms
cooing whispers of love .
The tongue is hidden
we stab each other
in spirit and in flesh
with the serpent's tooth.
I pray let's again
tread on the path of
the verdure Eden.
Let's learn to weep
and express sorrow
burying heads on each other's shoulders .
Let's sleep and wake up
to the misty morning and
stand beside the red Apple tree
laden with luscious fruits of love.
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