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.














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I could feel each and every part of your poem.
hehe great job! :3
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