Front yards burning yellow
Haze in yellowish hallow,
Burning papers and leaves
I thought feelings will retrieved.
Stamps on yellow papers
Glued and paste with stampers,
Treacherous hope shallows
Slope down borrows.
Crowds wearing yellow
But I'm wearing red willow,
I'm different within conclusions
Action and within intrusions.
Aesthetics feels down on my knees
Felt like burning in a hiss,
Yellow papers burning
I'm not in this belonging
Backyard burning yellow
But papers freezing in shallow,
Yellow must be red
But red will be hatred.
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- Published: May 21st, 2022 06:42
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