Rehab part V --- the apple

And every body know
Every body know
That you and me passed that grim-cold hatch
And we saw the garden
And from that untouchable playful twig
We picked “the apple”

And every body fear
Every body fear but you and me
Grafted onto the light, the water and the reflection
And not feared

As this is not a feeble graft of two names
This is not a coincidence on an old paper
This is my prosperous tress in the wind
With your picturesque kisses
And we questioned:
“What should be done?”

Every body know
Every body know
We reached the silence of phoenixes
We found the truth in the garden
And we found the immortality in an eternity
Where the two suns gazed at each other