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Sunday, March 18, 2012

YELLOW.

Yellow.

Like bright lights on a dark endless road.

Like sun rays on a grey day.

Like fire sparks in a mud hut.

Like a sun kissed flower; beautiful.

Unassuming.






I'm caught up in this yellow glare of sunshine after misty days in a dark tunnel that seemed never ending.
 
Now that I'm here it seems like the strangest place.

Surprisingly, I've found warmth comforted by three tender words.




2 comments:

  1. kinda like reminds me of this song by cold play called yellow, it's a nice piece right there, well articulated and simply delivered

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  2. thanks...i love yellow by cold play too!

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