Yellow Flower
Paper-like the yellow flower
lingers long after I left
that roadside by the tower
in the memory, it rests.
I stood awhile to see the shadow
of my fancy take shape.
Ah, I recall that roadside meadow
where I saw that lake.
The birds filled my heart with hue
of wonder and wilderment:
I could not with will subdue
the words to beauty I lent.
Copyright © Moinkhan Pathan | Year Posted 2023
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