When I was very little,
I landed on an orange rose's outer petal.
Then, ran and ran, round and round,
on and into the jalebi-like path, and stopped
just before the innermost chamber,
just above the heart of the orange rose.
Then, calling all my strength, I took a dive into its heart,
Then, what I did find inside, is indescribable,
So, I won't describe. If you want to know,
be a little orange freak and dive into the orange paradise...
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
When I was very little,
I landed on an orange rose's outer petal.
Then, ran and ran, round and round,
on and into the jalebi-like path, and stopped
just before the innermost chamber,
just above the heart of the orange rose.
Then, calling all my strength, I took a dive into its heart,
Then, what I did find inside, is indescribable,
So, I won't describe. If you want to know,
be a little orange freak and dive into the orange paradise...
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