Sun-Kissed Apple

Midday sun, a blaze of light,Sparkles in the cerulean height.

Memories surface, warm and bright,Of you, laughter with pure delight.

A ruby apple, crisp and tart, A playful bite, a teasing start.

Sweetness blooms, then tangy zest,

A shock that lingers, oh, so blessed.

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