Apple Dropped Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Apple Dropped



The apple dropped,
On my apple pie.
I jumped and wondered why.

This apple liked to be,
A part of it's own kind,
And not hanging from a tree.

A person joined,
One of it's own kind.
That was good,
But up to a point.

He also mixed and mingled,
With all others,
So he was the apple of my eye.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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