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The Night of the Orange by =Czyrek:iconCzyrek:



Dark was the night
I descended the hill.
A girl on the curb
there sat rather still.

She gave me a glance
and as I came near
I saw in her eyes
a glimmer of fear.

The breeze softly blew
and upon it carried
the smell of an orange
in her lap it was buried.

I smiled and enjoyed
the warm citrus scent
and continued home
to record the event.
©2008-2009 =Czyrek
:iconczyrek:

Author's Comments

A strange event which inspired me.

Edit: resubmitted cause DA is stupid ==

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:iconrehettwolf:
That was beautiful. :)

I could feel each and every part of your poem. :D

hehe great job! :3

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:iconczyrek:
thanks ^^

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-"¿Qué es lo quieres de mi?"
-"Nada mi Dama"
-"¡Mentira!"
:iconredrodent:
Wow, excellent work. Since I've walked down that hill as well, I really feel like I've been there. Very well written.

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R.O.U.S.'s do exist!!

#IamAnthro
:iconczyrek:
=) I am glad, she was sitting down at the bottom near the stop sign, if you can remember x3

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-"¿Qué es lo quieres de mi?"
-"Nada mi Dama"
-"¡Mentira!"
:iconredrodent:
Haha... I think I might just! :lol:

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R.O.U.S.'s do exist!!

#IamAnthro
:iconziblink:
Indeed, that is strange.

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Thats the problem with the world today; intelligence is constant, and the populations increasing.
:iconczyrek:
yay :3

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-"¿Qué es lo quieres de mi?"
-"Nada mi Dama"
-"¡Mentira!"
:icondingopatagonico:
X3?

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INTENSIFY THE FOWARD FIREPOWER!!!!! (-o-)
:iconresafandrab:
You should write more, Czy.

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