An apple tree
And a mystery red
Is knowledge evil
Or the best thing yet?
Why are men
Chastised for knowing;
Why ignorance is still
Considered bliss?
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Tangled Vines
Where the vine tangles
Trumpet flowers grow in
Peachy, blissful, innocence
Sweet, balmy fragrance
Covering a vast facade
Of suffocating branches
So in life, beauty captivates
Even as breathless leaves
Perish gently in the breeze
Lost
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Some day they will wonder
Where did all the people go?
With their dreams and deeds
Now rust and patina buried deep
Entangled in moss and froth
Was it life incomplete
Or how it was meant to be?
They find a tiffin box with
Remnants of a meal
A torn cloth – a shroud or veil
Who will tell?
Buried under the turmoil
A lost city of yore
Fallen from the map
How did it plummet so low!
The Armageddon or Apocalypse
Poisoned air or men at war?
How long to wipe out
Another city, another life;
Push a tribe from the brink
How long after we ignore
Lessons of the dead of lore?
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