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Apr 2018 · 104
Natalia Apr 2018
Peeling skin from a ball
Thick and thin, large and small
Then the juice from within
Sweet and sour, dribbles down the chin

Colour in this vibrant shade
That which monks do wear, are bade
To show their faith to their belief
Shade from the sun, a relief

The sun is seen in this way
As on sunset, on a beautiful day
Close your eyes and spy it within
On the eyelids of your skin

This rich colour that I speak
Is orange, nothing bleak
It brightens up the saddest day
Putting others by the way.
A little something from a time when I wrote a poem a day.

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