Yellow –

Our flowers have come, the ground let them go.

The rain fed them, the sun pulled.

The winds came, and pushed.

They stood, hung on, and waited.

When the quick summer ending, they lost.

They fell and the frost ate them.

Enjoy the waiting.

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