Yellow

In the silence of my lover
In the dimming of tomorrow
In the frozen bed cover
In the smiles I tend to borrow

At the deadline of a promise
In the parting of our hands
At the bottom of the bottle
In the judgmental scans

I feel the yellow




Poetry by zana
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Written on 2019-11-19 at 18:24

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