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. Share this:FacebookPinterestEmailMoreTwitterPrintLike this:Like Loading... Author: dorahak 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.” View all posts by dorahak
Wow Dora. I didn’t know you do photography.🧡
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Haha! I just point and shoot 😉 Glad you liked it.
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Hehe, you could have fooled me😃
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