Three apples

We kept looking at the sky for three apples to fall.
our mouths open like this
the apple seems to be on the tree
but we realized too late

Wherever we came back from the loss, it was always snow for us
Our summer is tied to black winter

ok that was so dramatic
so not that much

how much do you say
I don't care either

ant,
surely lives life when it gets dark

if cicada was an insect.
not relevant but
Sometimes I want to make a crown of stars
in such clear weather

a worry and a doubt inside of me
what if the king says come
when you wear it in your hair

Then I think of unpredictable daisies
you know, on the spare crown

by the right of withdrawal
the purpose is to be on that throne