Fruit From the Tall Tree

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Pure as the hatchling doves.

Reaching at fruit from the tall tree,

Tipping our toes to taste an older love.

Reddened skin of the budding quince,

Laden with quivering tenderness

That the fading of spring imprints.

Laying in the untouched flowerbed

Are young dandelions and daisies,

Who envy the roses’ red.

So the snake dances to prey,

And eager are the hatchling doves

To learn its sultry sway.

Stumbling through the swing

Of a dance we have yet to see.

A red petal upon a lily-white wing.

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All the images I use are illustrations from CLAMP titles, like Cardcaptor Sakura, and for the first time, Chobits.

It’s just a personal interest and none of the images belong to me.

As always, thank you from the bottom of my heart if you took even a second to read what I write.

I understand my style can often come off as juvenile or unsteady in balancing simple emotions and flowery descriptions, but I seem to be stuck in a young and stumbling way of expressing my thoughts through words.

Maybe it’s all very fitting…

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