For the love of small town colors
I search for you and me.
We are the color orange.
Solvangs bakeries lead the
buzzing bodies to the clocks.
Beyond fresh baked danishes and vexing storms of bees
brews wind strong enough to turn back time.
Winding and rewinding the
red and yellow hours.
They tick energy and happiness to
wake souls
***Wake up ***
Wake up
Wake up
alarming with creativity.
In the red hour I feel how my body survives.
In the yellow hour i feel how our bodies intertwine.
In the spaces between I find
red and yellow mixing
for the love of orange.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
For the love of small town colors
I search for you and me.
We are the color orange.
Solvangs bakeries lead the
buzzing bodies to the clocks.
Beyond fresh baked danishes and vexing storms of bees
brews wind strong enough to turn back time.
Winding and rewinding the
red and yellow hours.
They tick energy and happiness to
wake souls
***Wake up ***
Wake up
Wake up
alarming with creativity.
In the red hour I feel how my body survives.
In the yellow hour i feel how our bodies intertwine.
In the spaces between I find
red and yellow mixing
for the love of orange.
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