Yellowish pictures, dark spots
unruly hair, rustic clothes
holding hands, running away
stopping somewhere, in the way
to catch some breadth
sitting down, sipping coffee
reading books with yellow pages
crying hard, smiling gently
stargazing, dreaming profoundly
riding a bike, passing the trees
Glistening river water
in the morning breeze
and from the trees plucking apples
sleeping in shade, heads on the shoulder.
Monday, July 21, 2025
Yellow Pictures
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