Vivid Yellow

Travelling…..

on the morning train

I could see the rape fields

that vivid yellow

….. back again

that brings the longing

the echo…..

of forever summers

clothes with brilliant

Colours

that weigh nothing on

the skin

Now…..

is the remaining days

of April

with bright blue skies

with cold chilly nights

a call for Summer…..

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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