Poem #8

A poem a day in April, about oranges which are known to thwart illness.

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The scent of oranges
Invited me
To touch their glossy
Surprisingly soft,

I picked one up
The fruit 
yielded gently,
Loose in it's peel.

Drops of water
Beaded and shining
On that smooth and
Supple skin.
A night-time
Shade of green
Nestled among
Reminiscent of 
A fall day.


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