The fruit of knowledge was not the lone harvest
when Adam and Eve are cast out of heaven –
a shadow of sorrow covering her pale chest…
Hidden in her heart, remaining safely unseen
a token from Adam to downy their misfortune
a red blossom picked amid all virgin green…
Thus, the heavenly rose still shines today
in the land inherited by the sons of dirty clay.
A contest entry
- Poetry! by luna-midnight.
1800 points, ended January 24, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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hehe, wow, this is amazing
i love the flow, and thought put into this. goodluck and thanks for entering
Stephanie ♥
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