Fallen Fruit

Heavy and not far
the fruit from the tree
It is not my life
after all
I failed now
so many times
to change anything in my fate
and this made me so frustrated
but never mind
this is my life
and there is
no much to about it
The sun still shines
and the leaves are
green in the end of May



I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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Posted in #blogg100, May 2014, Poem, Poetry
One comment on “Fallen Fruit
  1. Everything goes on, you are responsible for only what you are.. beautiful 😀

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