ORANGE LOVE
Orange fire
electrifies the air.
Fairy wings insinuating my swing.
Being apart in a rapture of fire,
my orange hair floats in the wind.
Acid clouds dissipate the rainbow
There’s any requiem for last night.
Golden sand and a blue deep ocean
clone the color of the sun.
Orange fury in a calmed morning
stab a knife into my bleeding heart.
Bloody tears are like pearls of wisdom...
Beauty is pale in front of
orange love.
Maria Cristina Azcona
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Debbie
Translation from Spanish to English?
You might try "my orange hair floats in the wind".
Yet "breaks" fits with the last two lines.
You do good work, Maria.
Thoroughly enjoyed Orange Love. Nicely written, nicely laid out. I did, however, come away with one disturbing image, evoked by the line "My orange hair breaks the wind." Other than that, a lovely poem.
An outstanding poem to strike profound thoughts of life and love.
David Livingstone
Thank You for posting this masterpiece.
L. T. Goslee
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This poem... "An orange love" is dropping dews of grace to fresh up the body of imagination… It is a sunset in the West rebirthing as a sunrise in the East.
“An orange love” dances as the knowledge in its rhythm keeps the melody.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU