Out of Yellows

Poetry/ Prose

Shringi Kumari
Nov 5 · 3 min read
Three Tahitian Women Against a Yellow Background. Paul Gauguin. Public Domain

I am crying yellow tears. It has only just occurred to me that summer isn’t here anymore. That my three yellow flowers that went missing must be dead. I walk on the wet cement floor of London and think. Where was I yesterday? When did the fallen flakes of sun become curled up autumn leaves shaking in the anticipation of winter rains. Where are all my friends I made in the yellow illusions of daylight. Are they…

Shringi Kumari

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Drifter; Poet. Constantly creating - destroying- simmering . Game Designer/Researcher. https://shringikumari.com/

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