Our Tree

By DClaire

Wed, 21 Nov 2012
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I sit here with you,
Replaying our shared mistakes,
How much fun they were.

The seed we planted
Now winds its braches above
Bearing a bittersweet yield.

Fruit is meant to spoil,
Consume it while it is fresh
Or watch the mold grow.

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Submitted by The Walrus on
So true, I guess we've all missed out at one time or another by failing to eat the fruit when it's ripe for the picking.