I shed the orange from my body -
A color I have so despised;
A symbol of humiliation, restriction and punishment.
Yet the color refuses to relinquish me in my freedom.
In the morning,
the dewey grass shimmers orange;
Water droplets touched by the rising sun.
In the garden, hues of orange,
Spill from the marigolds’ bright heads.
I close my eyes and find I am no longer in darkness -
Orange illuminates the backs of my eyelids;
Now a symbol of nature, peace and contentment.
The day winds down, orange beams through the trees,
As the sun makes its descent over the horizon.
Prompted by Sue W & GC at weeklyprompts.com.
JJJ Interactive Books 
I’m glad your character made peace with orange, and I thank you for sharing this with our challenge.
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Thank you!😊
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A beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!☺️
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You’re most welcome
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This is so visually beautiful. I can see it!
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Thank you!😊
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