Within an autumnal garden,
a maiden lifts Newton's apple.
Tainted by a sooty angel,
she feels the gravity of love.
The fall.
Later,
with innocence deceased,
and knowledge born,
she swells with child.
A fall.
Author notes
I'm not too sure about this one, I hope you can see what I see in it.
Written September 6th, 2006
What did you think
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hmmm...a true brain0twisting!...still reflecting upon it! but it's so nice to check on your latest work(2006???...yet what about 2007?
)! i knew i forgot one special poet to mention on my fav list


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extremely well crafted, and a very thought provoking piece, have not seen a new one from you for a while but your muse obviously has not lost contact with you or it's unique style
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Hmm.....not bad at all!
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I love that line:
with innocence deceased.
I actually quite like what you have done with this piece. Well done.




