Apple basket

August 9, 2009 Azadeh
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With an apple in hand,
and a basket, full of roses in another,
I was waiting for you.
Starry nights arrived, but not you.

Some dreary times passed,
Sparrows migrated,
Amber blossoms faded,
Gold fish freezed,
And rivers dried.
Starry nights arrived, but not you.

I am still waiting,
With the fragrance of apple in hand,
And an empty basket on the other.
Starry nights arrived, but not you.

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