Photo by Andrew Charney on Unsplash
yellow is the sound of a hot day
yelling for the grasshopper to sing.
yawn deeply the smell of pea blossoms,
yearn for the sky to weep on golden skin.
your eyes crinkle as they tickle the sun.
you smile, and your hand drifts.
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Molly Stahl
illustrator, nature lover, really good at sleeping.
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