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Of Vintage and Old Broken Hearts
The yellow of vintage and old broken hearts,
The yellow of parchment and wishing stars,
The yellow of a tea stain and bright canola fields,
The yellow of sunflowers and ancient ordeals,
The yellow of dusk and the yellow of dawn,
The yellow of poetry and vintage records.
The yellow of the past and of memory,
Of ancient paintings and of treasury,
Yellow of the words I wrote on a whim,
The yellow of a weighted existence,
Mine, I find filled to the rim
The yellow of the end,
Be it however grim.
The yellow of her eyes,
When they hit the sun,
The yellow of their cries,
That were heard by none.
© Aubrin
This poem is funny to me because I used to absolutely despise yellow... then I wrote a poem about it and consequently changed my own mind.
The yellow of parchment and wishing stars,
The yellow of a tea stain and bright canola fields,
The yellow of sunflowers and ancient ordeals,
The yellow of dusk and the yellow of dawn,
The yellow of poetry and vintage records.
The yellow of the past and of memory,
Of ancient paintings and of treasury,
Yellow of the words I wrote on a whim,
The yellow of a weighted existence,
Mine, I find filled to the rim
The yellow of the end,
Be it however grim.
The yellow of her eyes,
When they hit the sun,
The yellow of their cries,
That were heard by none.
© Aubrin
This poem is funny to me because I used to absolutely despise yellow... then I wrote a poem about it and consequently changed my own mind.
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