Yellow Evening
Today's yellow evening,
belong to my wounds
No one has ever ,
had time for these bleeding ;
hands .
I hear deep quietness,
behind tree lines ,
And ,see very little
that I don't see ;
in this room filled with sadness .
I do not intend to be thief ,
But ,
today I want to run off;
with color of butterfly
to forest ,
In this yellow evening .
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