The first poem in my first book:

The Immortals

  Whereupon he rose
and ate the fabled fruit
from the font

and the grape from the vine 

And he spat the seeds
aside the path 

and birds did eat them
and replenished their spirit 

And giving thanks,
they in their turn
sang his praises

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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