The Apple Poem by East Sea Fairy Xing Yi

The Apple



I really want to try its sour and sweet taste,
but I also want it may,
sleep as an ink-stone with great grace.
So it won’t see the hidden greediness on my face.

Oh, the apple in the plate,
now I just want to kiss her,
so it will have a sweeter sleep,
until it lose water with wrinkles deep.

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By a Lake in Jiangsu Tr. East Sea Fairy
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