Poor Adam's Apple!

Summer won't long last along this sojourn and the birds flew away in the drought'y sky! Where they come from and where do they go?

O the stain of her burgundy lips
On this half eaten fruit,
He waited and he waited!
Ultimately he realized it's the last apple has fallen
And also an off season!

by nimal dunuhinga

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