An Orange Poem by Elia Michael

An Orange



A perfect sphere, a perfect globe
With tough and orange skin
Which covers like an outer robe
Refreshing juice that is within.

It is a joy to look at it,
To smell delightful zest,
To taste its juice of sour and sweet.
Of fruits, it's one I like the best.

Friday, June 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit
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Elia Michael

Elia Michael

Xylophagou, Larnaka, Cyprus
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