| The yellow flower said to me, “I have a gift for you.” I hesitated for a while, But then sat down to see. It whispered to me, “Come close and smell.” I leaned into its field. A sweet sensation shielded me From the world from which I came. As the flower cried, “Hold my hand.” I touched a petal soft. Even then I did not realize How lonely I‘d become. As I attempted to walk away, A tear fell from its face. This yellow flower that spoke to me Was human in its grace. I lingered there ‘til night had come - I tarried ‘til the dusk. I live my life before the world Just like the yellow flower. |
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| The Yellow Flower |