Paul Mwenelupembe


Tangerine, A sonorant Coercer


Trees, were trees made first
Such a sonorant coercer amid
Rolling innermost circles, to the tree
Down are the seas with an over look
Falling between lines of a rolling tangerine sea

Trees, were trees made first
Tangerine trees, this tangerine
You can reason, this lake of petals
Tangerine fruit only you can sleep on
And peel off, you will hear this
Sinking tangerine salt sea
Tangerine tree, a fruit to die on

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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Feel the sweetness of a tangerine fruit, ironically it's a love issue.what can you do if you are in between? So there she was, the sweet tangerine! ! !

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