Seeing Orange

I’m seeing orange everywhere

Everywhere I go

An imprint of a twilight

The prelude of a sunset

A dawn’s golden fest

The color of the autumn leaf

And a patch of pumpkin grins.

Author: Dora

The unearned splendor of being means we can always meet on a common plane of gratitude, aiming in conversation, art, or writing towards “something understood.”

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