I planted a fig tree in my garden.
Birds came and went season after season in vain.
Its over abundant shade deceived me
like a new wife had no idea of her barrenness.
The leaves could not shield the guilt or hide the shame.
My facade crumbled under the first ray of truth.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Wow. Just a fresh, creative take on the subject. And sad. . .
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It’s the garden of Eden ish….🙃
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I see it 🙃🙃🙃 this came out really good
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