Orange

The diffuser is diffusing,

Oranges everywhere,

The air smells like the colour,

Blasts of citrus,

White vapor that pours out,

Just smelling like sunshine,

I’m craving orange candies,

With a side of orange juice,

All because the blend is called Liquid Sunshine.

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Footsteps

-For those who live in cruel cycles,  step upon step-

There are traces of feet,

Ditches made in the golden sand,

Curves from the sides,

Flattened sand, these feet have walked upon,

And we follow them,

 

Through history, through eras,

We have followed those before us,

Relinquishing the strongholds,

Of the wars past,

 

We have stepped, left steps, gave steps and took steps,

But, we never dream of those who walk the same burdened path,

Day after day after day,

Stuck in the same cycle,

Walking the same steps,

Through the steps of their ancestors,

Their pain is lost,

To the  cycle,

Until renewed by the footsteps of their children.