A GIRL CALLED ORANGE

Orange
Is the feel of her many places
I’ve been.
Orange
Is the color of her heart and her wings.
Orange
She does taste in my mouth.
Oh Orange.
Oh Orange.

Orange
I’ll bleed if she cuts me deep.
Orange
Are the clouds in my dreams.
Orange
She paints my life.
Oh Orange.

Orange
Sun seems at dusk and dawn.
Orange
Is her tongue when she yawns.
Orange
I’ll die in her range.
Oh Orange
Oh Orange.

Photo Credit: 500px.org
Photo Credit: 500px.org
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