Orange Lane
She sat alone
A hard surface beneath her
The sky as the limit above
Two hands
One face
Approaching without bounds
To peel away her bitter layers
To see the underlying beauty beneath
As she opened
She exposed
A greatness, something like the sun
Her radiance
She glowed
And her tenderness showed
As her body sat still
And her scents flew anew
She created a scene
Her own orange lane
This poem is about:
Our world