The Apple
Hedonistic Plague
What resplendent, dogged, grandeur
To reap and weep in our pleasure
Searing sterile acts asunder
Capturing agnostic wonder
To the gray paths in steep shadows
Reaching out to grasp weak willows
Hoping to assuage austere grief
With the help of leitmotiv
Hoping to catch a life anew
From the ageing face that withdrew
One to cherish and supplicate
The chance that one could lie in wait
Reveling in ancient splendor
Questioning the world of gender
Ancients lived just as they wanted
So why have our ways been daunted?
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