Orange Blossom
Land flat as can be
Can see for miles
Sandy soil, dry
Orange groves, miles
When they bloom, sweet
I can just imagine the delight
Tickles my nose, the aroma
If I could bottle you, naturally
They try to imitate but fail
Sweet citrus, let me enjoy
Just a nostalgic moment
Perhaps childhood stirred
CDK
5-11-26
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Orange Blossom
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