Dropping Oranges
I love them, the way they smell, the way they taste. I love the way you struggle a bit to get in. Yet they unfold piece by piece. Amazing how detachable things that grow together are no matter how sweet.
I cry… ankle deep in oranges
Bitter sweet memories,
Honestly the sea,
Cast your cares anywhere,
Anywhere indeed,
I have not master the art of hiding,
I have not mastered its lead,
Yet I have pretended to be invisible,
Invisible to this sea,
 Yet quickly pealed,
And left uncovered,
One moment of lost sanity,
How can you bare,
What you can not hold,
Cries out the latter part of me,
So tumble down,
The fruit the sound,
That utterly frightens me,
And I am caught suspended still,
As life constantly forgets thee,
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