Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
Still dream behind
Shutters, thier balconies
Fine as hand-
Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen-sketch.
Tilting with the winds,
On arrowy stems,
Pineapple-barked,
A green crescent of palms
Sends up its forked
Firework of fronds.
A quartz-clear dawn
Inch by bright inch
Gilds all our Avenue,
And out of the blue drench
Of Angels' Bay
Rises the round red watermelon sun.
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wow colors in drescriptive fruits, the vivid color of your poem has amazed me a hole lot, though the sun for me is more like tangerine because is like orange in spring, maybe you are taliking about redish when is going to rest is like redish orange color
, cool poem! take care Cindy 
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This is very beautiful; the words painted a lovely picture
Karen
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