EVE AND THE SUNSET
by Virginia Mateias, Monthly Contributor
It was a time when mushrooms were rotting on the hills
And the pollywogs were occupying the storks` nests.
She could hear his voice few and far between
Amongst cloths of mists
At her feet, the basket full of fruit was settled
And she only laughed while in her sleep:
Do you like my apple, Adam?
His all and every absence would putrefy the apples
And melt a piece of Eden.
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