A single apple fell from the celestial hands, a red voyager.
It kissed the earth's brow, waiting for whispered stories.
Gravity unfolded its arms gently, cradling the descent,
Promising love beneath the canopy of an ageless tree.
We plucked this fruit, red as the heart's unuttered desire.
Together, we orbited around silent screams of the cosmos,
Each bite a collision of passion and shadowed truths,
Our laughter receding like ripples on a starless sea.
Do you remember the garden where whispers danced?
Where every apple held a universe trapped within skin?
We harvested gravity that day, unknowingly bountiful,
Sharing one, destined to split between our distant worlds.
Outside, the branches stretched, gnarled and wise,
Their secrets blurred into the horizon like lost dreams.
But here, inside the garden of whispered screams,
Apples became the metaphors of our unheard love.
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