That hard yellow, tangy citrus
It’s thick like pea soup
Morning isn’t complete without a cup
It’s sweet yet the flavor is abrupt
Some like it fresh squeezed
With a flavor so spectacular…
it brings the prideful to their knees
People ask for more
Not forgoing an added measure of please
With pulp or without it’s smacking
Inspiring a slight smile or a pleasant reaction
For some the acidic nature is too much to bare
Orange feelings in a bottle of ice cold dreams
It taste like hope sliding down a rainbow
We call it beautiful in tangent
Even from across the room it glows
The glass doesn’t need ice
As condensation rolls like beads of sweat
A cup of deliciousness your heart will not soon forget
Orange juice leaves a dry pallet wet
And that’s why we love it
Love always, Esha ❤
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