Apple Tree - Poem by Luca Menin
Violet apples, on the tree hutch
The juicy shine,
Embarrassed at the sun touch,
The golden and greenish leafs,
hold the air, that breeze flattery
while fall dead, ferment.
The birds drunk sang.
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