Ignorance is bliss to a peach
The Golden Peach
There is a tree.
An enormous tree; hovering the sky.
It is the protection for all.
Each Branch gradually held beautiful peaches.
The orange fuzzy balls dangled cautiously upon the tree.
The sun glowed graciously upon the peaches.
The orange fruit twinkled like a star.
As the wind howled the joy of the orange topaz caused an enchantment around the tree.
However, there is one peach that is gold.
It stood out for its color but also did not glow.
Is it enraged, ill or heavyhearted?
Turned out the golden globe let go
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