Orange
No word will rhyme with it.
It's the warm glow when the candle's lit.
It's the sweet scent of the English Marigold.
Never before have you seen a color so bold.
It's the touch of heat in the month of May.
It's the taste of crisp carrots on an October day.
It's the crackle of fire when roasting s'mores.
It's the radiance of a sunset casting light on the ocean's shore.
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