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YELLOW ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yellow stars are quickly receding, as I’ve always known they would. Yellow is the sun touching the eastern sky adding color to the neighborhood. Yellow is the warmth of mellow sunshine, mid woodland songs and cries. Yellow is the egg yolk and buttery toast I eat on the porch watching butterflies. Yellow is the morning of marigolds and sun, watching as the magenta finally fades. Yellow is the frenzied canary who sits upon my rooftop and stays. Yellow are the wheat fields underneath transparent, cerulean skies. Yellow are the gigantic sunflowers standing at attention, vigilant sentries with black eyes. Yellow are those scented hours, wishing they would never end, Yellow is the beauty of seasonal colors upon which I’ve learnt to depend. Yellow are nature’s melodies played on a loop celebrating the rising sun. Yellow is this memorable day of days with its treasured life hardly begun.
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