The juice of an orange,
falls down my lips,
as I bite the sweet parts,
of an endless summer.
Dancing honeybees,
find nectar in roses,
and I find love,
in the heart of God.
The music from the speakers,
drown my off-key voice,
as it carries my feet,
on the rhythm of my soul.
Joy is,
when the sun shines,
in the middle of the winter,
and where the summer rain,
falls on my face like snow,
where it blooms,
on my rose-colored lips.

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