I see, the bright York’

I the sky.

A spark, illuminates my eyes,

I am blinded with a yellow glow,

The colour yellow,

I feel, I have aged

The stains that show our past, and

Reminds me, of how I passed.

The memory of yellows everywhere.

A Singh of summertime.

The sweet smile of sunshine.

The colour of life.

The glimmers and dazzles our sight,

I set eyes on the Sandy deserts.

Highlighted by Mother Nature.

Then, the memory of my life.

Sour life lemons

And spicy like peppers.

But also the sweetness of com..

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