Day Six of National Poetry Month: Under the Orange Tree #NaPoWriMo

Under the Orange Tree

Summer winds blow strong,

carrying the scent of love

You and I beneath the orange tree,

the shaded heavens above

Remembering the citrus scent,

our stolen kisses like sweet Chablis

The shaded heavens above,

you and I beneath the orange tree

And such love will never pale,

nor that precious memory of

you and I beneath the orange tree,

the shaded heavens above

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