ORANGE

Your cherries
Are the Blue Mountains' earrings
Opposing the wind.
Embellish with them,
Strut,
Bell with a stunning look.
O, Orange
Your morning is a song in memory,
Your evening is a praise,
Spin me your prairies a scarf..
Offer me your staunch rock
To pick the kohl off the hills
And smear a line on your eyes.

Your gardens are a bunch of colours
Spreading Lebanon in front of me.
Take me back to my childhood,
To a village with coral houses
Flying birds around me
Melodies danced on its sound.
O, Orange
Your name is a great name,
Riddles in riddle,
To solve it!
I tried hard..
Only He, the Lord, can solve.


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