Key

This apple tree has always had rich fruits
I still remember my grandfather with an apple in hand
I open with the key of imagination
a gate to the garden of dreams
this smell and taste of childhood
I felt and fondly remember
this apple tree no longer gives birth
I found the key to my garden
a new world I will open



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2025-08-06 at 15:08

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I am a long-term admirer of your work. So I'll just say, 'I loved it'. The sense of smell if so powerful.
I had such a memory brought back from a perceived aroma last night.
Welcome back, by the way
Blessings and love, Allen
2025-08-08