Dehydrated Orange Flakes

A little of a lot, and a hundred bells bing.

Lift perhaps to sing, a rest and pinch of zest.

Whilst bunches of green bulge from tops of trees.

Water feature fountains, fruits of passion in mind.

I am but a flake on the surface of the scene.

Soon to wash through upon the public parade.

A symmetry there seems, in a citrus cross section.

And then just the thought of it lasting a little longer.

Rather certain they would like to see what I am writing.

Scupltures of animals people and props forged of bronze.

A great many flowers but no fruit on which to feed.

From a can just will not do, just not the dream come true.

Preserved to serve, thought of tingle on tantalized tongue.

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