Yellow Days
The thought of it
Happening again
Unwinded my mind
My heart behind bars
Gasped for air
Another day in which I live
For the unknown mission
That I hold within my soul
Through the cracked wall
A ray delivers the news
Of a new day
A yellow day
The warmth of the lucid light
Brightens my spirit
And brings memories
Of yellow days
In which I ran through the fields of wheat
And felt the wind race against my face
Yellows days
In which the sun stood up high
But did not deliver sweat
Nor ardor.
Everyday it came
The day never failed
From east to west
Till then I await
My yellow days
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