A soldier is in battle in the middle of an orchard, sounds of gunfire all around him.
He comes to a tree laden with large, ripened apples.
He picks one and tastes it.
How delicious it was.
im not sure what the word is for this... god ive gotten dumb since i left school.. but its like chalk and cheese u know.. like complete opposites that make them beautiful together...
I see what you're saying.
The original goal behind this poem is living life one experience at a time. Once the man tastes the apple, not even the possibility of getting shot matters.
My mission is to see the world with eyes unclouded by pain, confusion, or hate
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