The Orange

I look over the round landscape, covered in the color of the desert sun.
Ridges, rivers, holes covering the one colored sight
White, black spots in front of my eye, like staring too long into the light
Mix with the strong smell of sweetness and the piercing acidity in the air.
Create the will to taste the watery content under the soft rock-like crust.
Lost forgotten memories rise again, from snowy storms and sunny coasts
I lay down the world of senses losing myself in memories.


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