Orange is sharp, orange is zesty, bright like the sun, full of sweetness.
Orange is clay, terracotta, rusty. Iron oxidized, turned into ochre.
Orange is fire, hot lava pouring, burning with heat, spitting out rocks. 44 more words
When you get angry on small little things, throw tantrums and act annoyed because you think I don’t understand you, when you remind me of the dark tempestuous clouds from where your existence emerged, that’s when I can see a shade of violet streaked across you. 460 more words