The Lord Of The Flies
He paused and looked around,
The ripe fruit
Lugged him toward
The trees.
He pulled off
A million flowers and fruit
And turned away.
The prints in the soil
Led him back
To the scar.
The ripe fruit
Lugged him toward
The trees.
He pulled off
A million flowers and fruit
And turned away.
The prints in the soil
Led him back
To the scar.
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I Don't Exactly Know What Type Of Poem This Is . I Wrote It In March For My Honors English Project That Involved Poems . I Hope You Enjoy It .