I’M ORANGE

Time,

How shallow is your kindness?

But, I have learnt like the tissue thin petals,

Of Poppies that bloom in late summer,

To expect endings,

Even as they happen cyclically,

Over and Over.

I have learnt, to find parts of me missing when I wake up.

I have found myself yearning for winter to sleep,

Deep underground,

While shallow as you are,

You move on,

By steady degrees,

Till you turn to me,

Wake me up,

Make me live and bloom.

How childlike is my trust,

That I still wait for summer,

To end myself, again and again?

I am not blue, I’m Orange.

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