The taste of an apple,
the cringing of a bee
as sun stops turning
a ladle over their skins;
the fire gold stains
on apple's skin,
the honey yellow, black bits
a hornet wrinkles in.
Bee An Apple
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: fire, sun, honey, skin, gold, taste, black, yellow, apple, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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