Evening Orange
Oranges are always lovely
Nestling unknowable dreams
But they never come to you obligingly
You need to have a heart genuine
The evening clouds in the sky
Have raised colours of hushed height
I perceive some salted stimuli
Of possible oranges in sight
But what actually comes
Is a splash of orange light
Asking me how are my lungs
The cranes in their homeward flight
Are then the orange seasons gone
Those tickling smells of paradise
A flock of fireflies in the lawn
One by one the stars arise
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2/1/2016
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