You: an Achilles’ apple
Blushing sweet on a high branch
At the tip of the tallest tree.
You escaped those who would pluck your fruit.
Not that they didn’t try. No,
They could not forget you
Poised beyond their reach.
“Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.”
Nikolai Gogol
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