Corey Brown Poet Rhyme

Harvest Time

Sweet apple, turned sour. Her taste... 
too bitter to be devoured. 
Harsh summers, unpleasant winters... 
her soul; un-nourished by spring time. 
She awaits the rainfall, 
her day in the sunshine. 
And by harvest, though she's bruised to the core; 
I know under her skin is a nectar beautiful and pure.

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Anne-Lise Andresen October 22, 2012 at 1:28 PM Very tasteful - well done Corey. - :) oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Erin S October 18, 2012 at 9:35 PM Beautifully written. Full of wonderful imagery Corey Brown October 19, 2012 at 2:32 PM Thank you for the comment and the read.

Susan Simpkins October 18, 2012 at 5:41 PM Pretty Corey Brown October 19, 2012 at 2:32 PM thank you

Chidozie Uche O. October 18, 2012 at 5:21 PM Thought-provoking with a clear imagery, I enjoyed poet, I need more like it. Corey Brown October 19, 2012 at 2:34 PM Thank you.