Orange and Green

Fleeting notions.

… under a moon like like a Kishi pearl.
When the world seems dark, and you want to run and hide,
On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Alphabet tango.
My live has been nothing but spit.
I love when life seems clear like…
That snow still glistens the woods of my mind,
Them holy words floating on the bebop bad. ‘cause thems a cool of jazz in that mellow pad.
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