She picks up the dropped fruit from a tree
That fruit is the red and charming
It has an unknown secret story
Ticking time, growing knowledge
Absorbing it is human nature
The story took shape of a brain and was filled with the mind
A strong rich red assumed colour
Warm and mesmerising
It became a symbol of Woman
Round shape, butterfly's shape
Squeezed shape, rotten shape
Its juice flows of which emerges an unwritten story
She takes her time to write an apple's diary