The gold tinted azure skies,
spotless shade of blue,
the kind that hurts the eyes,
or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys...
The sun is always there,
in all its radiant glory.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...
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