My Song
My song is orange without a tinge of brown
With yellow highlights, swirled around a pink sun.
She sings in a lemon like melody of a meadow lark
I feel uplifted and revitalized when I hear her
My song is transmogrifying, she is turning aqua
She glides into a fresh new swimming pool
Chlorine drips off of her shoulders
I feel refreshed and alive when I hear her
My song is spinning in a Gemini way
She is mercurial, rapidly turning silver.
I cannot slow her down or catch her.
I am delighted, and cannot get enough.
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