Rain Yellow Poems

"The world is God's pure mirror clear to eyes when free from clouds within"Rumi

Yellow sunrise illuminates night sky
It chases darkness away to the west
Goldfinch sent...

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Postcards From Oblivion

I dreamed you reached out to me last night
Just to tell me it still wasn't right
As if you thought it would be news...

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[SIZE=5][B]You Crushed The Bright Yellow Moon[/B][/SIZE]


You crushed the bright yellow moon,
And you spat at the gleaming sun.

River, its gilded breath flows
I yet long for our...

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The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows...

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An 

Umbrella 

Lemon-yellow brilliant 

Over my head and shoulders stooped 

Protects me from getting the chesty croup 

But praise God for long warm sunny days...

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My beautiful spring fresh flowers,
Budding after a rain showers.
 
Pretty butterflies are flying,
Flower to flower are spying.
 
The fountain was filled with water, 
Did I...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm,
Up the sky of our newborn town,
Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn,
Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm;

We...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm,
Up the sky of our newborn town,
Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn,
Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm;

We...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm,
Up the sky of our newborn town,
Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn,
Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm;

We...

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I don't like sunshine 
at a stretch 
Still, if it is staying away 
for long
I am robbed of my roses 

A continuous rain
a non-stop super...

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I
planted 
some seeds 
a short while ago
Growing so fast but battered by gales
The winds and the rain with intent to destroy
My favourite flowers...

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I love pink rose flowers                                          ...

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The yellow umbrella, holding it he was. 
A scriptless memory written there. 
 Siting under the tree longing for its leaves while.
 The mischievous clouds...

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My garden is filled in pots                   ...

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October comes it brings the rain
gently tapping at my window pane
Avoiding its wet touch, indoors I hide
from my warm haven; I peer outside
Amid the gloom...

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