My life is like an apple pie.
It smells of apples in the garden,
Of sweetness as grandma of mine,
Of childhood without burden.
It tastes like autumn in the field,
The smell of baking apples lingers,
And this aroma as a shield
Is occupying my ring finger.
My soulmate's lips have apple taste
With sweetness that is very sudden.
So, all my life is apple based,
They fill my memories and garden.
November 2023
Apple pie
© Copyright: Джул Феникс, 2024
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