single words

They sprung from his mouth,
orange blossom words
no random words,
but, to the soft perfume,
who release the orange blossoms,
in the spring of the orange trees,
revealing the secrets,
that they keep in their stems.
and his perfumed words,
pollinated the air,
in its purest state,
like naked music,
of a live orchestra,
in the middle of the orange grove.
It did not matter much,
what his words said,
but it was the way,
and the color they had,
they seduced irremediably,
to whoever heard them.
The words among the orange blossoms,
They were filled with people at random,
and randomly among the people,
they were creating links,
break through in hearts,
that had closed their doors,
and awaken their sleeping souls,
to deliver his words at orange blossom.