She smells of orange
when the tree is in bloom,
when along the road I see her coming...
She smiles like this
and she smells of orange ,
when the time has come
and the flowers open...
The high branches are too fragile
they only bear a few leaves,
some instead of the low ones
has already trampled...
They hide in the middle
where the branches are thickest,
the fruits are red and already ripe
... so sweet To her.

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