Yellow Hope

Yellow Hope short poem

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The sensation of thick honey
Gliding down your throat,
Enveloping your tongue in
A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds,
Dissolving into sweet ecstasy.

The smell of rain
Soaking into parched soil,
Tingling your nostrils,
Tickling your senses,
Encompassing you with inexplicable calmness.

The sound of water
Fervently gushing over grainy, crusty rocks,
Pacifying the unruly boulders with relentless patience,
Accompanied by snippets of birdsong.

Holding up your face
To the warmth of the sun,
On a chilly afternoon
Enhanced with the fresh, toasty fragrance of trees,
Closing your eyes,
Surrendering yourself to bliss.

Crushing fresh fruit,
With ruthless power,
Vibrant juice oozing,
Trickling down your hands,
Creating streams of colourful rivulets.

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