Orange Poem by Matthew Foor

Orange



The wind held its breath
All was calm
In the microcosm of my mind
Knowledge with responsibilities
Make a home here
Articulate assertion
Becomes natural reaction
How else to feel
other than I am
I am free
therefore hungry
Call me orange
That is me
Bright with originality
Creating Independently

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