Yearnful Yellow
Yellow;
It's the sunshine to my rain
the white to my black
the hope to my despair
the happy to my sad.
It could be dark
and gloomy
and bitter
but still there are
those rays of light
that seep through the clouds.
Yellow
is essential
critical
important
crucial
to life.
Yellow
is not easily found
but when it is
it will open up your eyes
to so much more
than you can dream of.
Yellow
is the reason
to stay alive.
What do you do without your yellow?
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