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Half-eaten Apple
Half-eaten Apple
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I stood lonely in a crowd.
A little boy walked past me,
Staring at a half-eaten apple
Rolling in the dirt by the corner of the road.
The boy looked around quietly.
The half-eaten apple he picked up quickly.
Deep in thoughts, he eyed it longingly.
A big bite he took after wiping it hesitantly.
I stood forlorn. unable to move.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, uncontrolled.
In my mouth, the apple tasted sweet.
Aghast I looked at my clenched fist.
Why? A voice inside me echoed.
The shop window revealed a teary-eyed boy
Whose eyes dreamt a million dreams.
That’s me, I heard myself say.
