All apples red just fell from his hand
One two thee now dance in rain
None but one in a single rose remained
How I wish that the mountains were plain
Then he checked if the apples remained
Al that happened could still be a shame
All those apples that dance in rain
Sit now quite frightened again
None but one in a single rose remains
Or one apple went and knock knock
All is dead but the church still remains
All these ruins are ruins again
How I wish that the mountains were plain
All apples red are rusted again
Where is the pattern what is the plan
What is the plane?
What is the plane?
Do you know anything about the plan
I am sure you are as clueless as me
But hey we don’t care
Do we don’t owe anything to any one
We just do this for the love of doing this
Arts poetry music dance
This is for life
If the plan is broken, what will you build from the rust?
About the Creator
Syed Umar
"Author | Creative Writer
I craft heartfelt stories and thought-provoking articles from emotional romance and real-life reflections to fiction that lingers in the soul. Writing isn’t just my passion it’s how I connect, heal, and inspire.
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