Tangerine

It is not lightning up just for me

I’m choosing to believe it does

It is not warming up in spite of being at the terrace

As if I were tangerine tangible

As if I were lemon pie sweet

A matter of perception actually believing

Does it really make a difference

warming up for this atom-small-me

As if I were tangerine tangible

As if I were cherry pie sweet

It is lightning up for me today

No grey voluptuous clouds hiding its warmth

It’s warming you all just because I’m sunbathing outside

As if I were transparent yellow breeze

As if I were freezing free to flee

Frightening freezing free

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