Orchard Again
Under Cloudy weather with no chance of rain,
I went to the orchard again,
To pick apples from the trees,
As first gift of fresh autumn breeze,
It’s here and there hanging red ball,
I Witnessed Best fruit of the fall
Today I carried paper and pen,
I went to the orchard again,
To write some new verse,
And force wife to bring phone from her purse,
To capture helpless trees found during a…
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