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 ORANGE

The ancestors used to say that life was a moment and imagine how it would be if its color is orange; the eyes are orange, the lips are orange and the dresses are orange. The orange color has been so burning. so the Asian tribes often raise them over their mountains. It is warm but dewy like the spirit of the sunset which grabs our hearts with its soft passion, so you can not see here only dewy flowers. Yes, the sunset is an inspiring visitor; its glorious breeze knocking on our doors every day, but as you know I am a peasant from the south; my heart is very thin, but it knows nothing about the amazing orange color. 

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Anwer Ghani

Deep thanks dear Greg, it is an abstract poem and it will be a part in my new collection "ABSTRACT POEMS".

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Terry Kay

Anwer,  Nice poem!  Love sunsets on the water when the whole sky refects the orange sunset.  Terry Kay

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Anwer Ghani

Deep thanks. You are full of sensations and emotions dear.

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Terry Kay

Anwer, I am as you say.  God Bless.  Terry Kay

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Marion

Very beautiful and heartfelt ??

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Anwer Ghani

Deep thanks dear Marion. My appreciation.

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