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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I offer you an onion, Instead of an apple, That's all what I can offer you, For the time being, I can tell you now, And reveal what's in the parcel, Do not get excited, do not expect, I don't want you to have the shock and the effect, Do not get moved by the red-shiny ribbon, It is not a branded one, It is my work, my humble creation, It is my art if you say so, It is my imagination, It is the thought...The sign which counts, They say... You knew well that I was what I’m... I’m an empty garden that can grow, Only modest things, Basic things, Poor things, I don't know when and where, I get my beloved one, a rosy apple, The life apple as they say, I wonder when and when my star will shine again, And enlightens the fields, And brings back the smile, the joy and the fun, That once was, I still remember, I still recall, The lilies, the blue-bells, The mimosas, the chamomiles.. The lemon...the apple-trees and all, The various fruits in abundance, But all that was the past, Gone with dust, Please be patient, And ask your heart to wait, For the next promising spring, May be it will be my destiny and fate, To get you more than an apple, As my beloved wishes, Or maybe it will be very late, For me, for you, or for us both to topple, This poverty-mine monotony system! But for the time being, Accept this humble dried onion, I’m a barren field, That produces only rocks, And nothing else....
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