The orange sun warmes the wings of this dragon:
42 commandments for life, the universe and the rest: 15: Enjoy plenty of colours in your life: Eat oranges, see oranges, hear about oranges and write about orange and all the other wonderfull colours. Beloved Spock might say:
Experience the pleasing aspects of multiple variations of multiple various sensory inputs in various ways.
I have recently heard at a poetry reading a poem about the colour orange and how it is negleckted by poets because it is not too easy to rhyme with orange so its parents red and yellow are a lot more written about in poems.
I see you
in the warm yellow glow
of bright burning beautiful candles
I think of painting white roses red
when orange would look nice too
actually exceptionelly unordinary
But who gives orange roses?
In life or even just in poetry?