MICHIE LYNE

Day 17... a quiet night  Good evening, 🌅🌙💜  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. 🌸🌷🍎🌸🌷🍎  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 🍃🍃🍏🍏🍃🍃🍏🍏 林檎の木 いつものように太陽が出ていた。 そして水分をたっぷり吸収していた私、 でも突然の霧。 私の体は心臓をえぐり取られたかのような傷を負った。 もう実を付けることはできない、永遠に？ 時間は全てを解放してくれるの？ 理解できなかった。 季節は過ぎ、 日は長くなり、 そして私は全てを忘れようとしていた、 太陽、水、霧、そして傷跡。 湧き水のように、呼びかけるように、 全身のエ...