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An Apple Tree

Day 17... a quiet night 

Good evening, ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’œ 

An Apple Tree is a poem about survival. The trimmed tree appeared to have no life left during the winter. But its new branches are looking up to the sky, it's spring.

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŽ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŽ 


An Apple Tree


The sun was out as always,

I absorbed a plenty of water,

But all of a sudden, a Fog.

My body was injured as if my heart had been cut out.


I can no longer bear fruits, Eternally?

Will time free everything?

I didn't understand.


The season has passed,

The days were getting longer,

And I was about to forget everything:

Sun, water, fog and scars.


Like spring water as if calling out,

Whole-body energy emerges from the core.

I've started to get stronger,

And I've steadily grown towards the sky.


- Michie Lyne


๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ


ๆž—ๆชŽใฎๆœจ


ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅคช้™ฝใŒๅ‡บใฆใ„ใŸ。

ใใ—ใฆๆฐดๅˆ†ใ‚’ใŸใฃใทใ‚ŠๅธๅŽใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็ง、

ใงใ‚‚็ช็„ถใฎ้œง。

็งใฎไฝ“ใฏๅฟƒ่‡“ใ‚’ใˆใใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅ‚ทใ‚’่ฒ ใฃใŸ。


ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฎŸใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใงใใชใ„、ๆฐธ้ ใซ?

ๆ™‚้–“ใฏๅ…จใฆใ‚’่งฃๆ”พใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎ?

็†่งฃใงใใชใ‹ใฃใŸ。


ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใฏ้ŽใŽ、

ๆ—ฅใฏ้•ทใใชใ‚Š、

ใใ—ใฆ็งใฏๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ、

ๅคช้™ฝ、ๆฐด、้œง、ใใ—ใฆๅ‚ท่ทก。


ๆนงใๆฐดใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ、ๅ‘ผใณใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ、

ๅ…จ่บซใฎใ‚จใƒใƒซใ‚ฎใƒผใŒ่Šฏใ‹ใ‚‰ๆนงใๅ‡บใฆใใŸ。

ใ ใ‚“ใ ใ‚“ๅผทใใชใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚、

ใใ—ใฆ็งใฏ็ฉบใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ็€ๅฎŸใซๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ„ใฃใŸ。


  -  ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

❤️๐ŸŒบ❤️๐ŸŒบ


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