my clementine, she smiles like an angel when a cute puppy or a cat passes her, she blushes out of happiness when a stranger compliments her even a little bit. she looks at everyone with such love in her light brown hooded eyes that they take her for granted.
my clementine, she sits with me under the tree on a hot sunny day and asks me what I want from life. I don't answer. she starts asking me more questions and peels off the tangerines for me. I just smile and look at her with love in my eyes. with the love she deserves to get from the world.
my clementine, what is it that you are holding in your burdened heart for so long? why is it that you seek happiness in every little thing? why is that you never complain? why is it that you never talk about yourself? why did you run away when you know life puts you back where you belonged the most in the end and seizes every inch you had of joy in your veins?
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tangerines on a summer morning
Poetryeverything my mind knows of summer, love and suffering. #71 in poetry - 19 may, 2024
