In my world,
When it rains
The Earth
It smells like
Lemonade.
I like to walk
Barefoot
On soft grass
By little lemon trees.
You say
In your world,
Orange peels
Are preserved
For the sake of it.
You like to play
The guitar
As you sip
Lemon tea.
What a beautiful day
To be walking
By little lemon trees,
Sipping on lemon tea.
In our world,
The air smells like
Orange peel candy
For you and me.
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Citrus and Serendipity | R.Ayman
Poetry"Light like eyes, Your touch like cool lemonade On a hot summer afternoon, Watching me from across the room Like a tangerine scented moon." A light hearted, spontaneous romance. Poetry and purple pink skies, Silk scrunchies and ties that bind. 𝐑.𝐀...
