Orange Poem by JOSEPH JOY
Orange
Tranquil on the death bed,
pale countenance, staring eyes.
A river of experience cascading,
the pangs of the real life,
like the water on the rock.
Succour cannot be achieved,
under my soothing shadow.
Peel of orange for the ailing,
but it's acidity is worthless,
to set aside the shadow of eyelids.
Under shoothing shadow emotions are yield definitely. Very fantastic sharing done. Wisely penned.
we use orange peelings for medication? yes... very nice poem
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 6:33:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you Kumarmani Mahakul and Manonton Dalan for your inspirational words.