Found among the ashes, a very part of me...
thought long gone and left with the debris.
It was green and lovely, an apple given in love
now it is black and golden,
a piece of the divine
Can I wear this history
is it part of me now
or just a jaded memory
that should be kept in shroud?
I think that I will wear it
a merging of then and now
a black apple for the teacher
that's learning where and how.
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