Quadrille String
You plucked the strings of my heart
Carrying a tune like apples in a cart
Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing
Ours was a melody oh so enticing
Days meandered into weeks without dread
Time took its own path on a journey
so well tread
© gillena cox 2024
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Gillena, love the prose here. Reminds me of Shakespeare.
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I love the way you describe apples in this poem, Gillena.
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the apple motif rewritten here so cleverly as love
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I love the apple heart, Gillena. How hearty it can be at times.
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Wonderfully, written and a fine tune of apples in a cart.
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How lovely, Gillena! A tune as fragrant as apples sounds enticing. ❤️
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Love the way you incorporate apples...
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I love the apples in a cart. Nice one, Gillena!
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A gorgeous love poem, the metaphor of harvested apples says so much!
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Every line Gillena, passion.
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