Oak Yellow

Lips oak yellow

Sing songs, adagietto;

She plays the lyre,

Mandolin, and cello


Walls, oak yellow,

Surround and mellow;

Within their closeness,

She reads Othello


Cliffs, oak yellow,

She sings, á capella;

She sits atop for a while,

And reads a novella


A morning, oak yellow,

Warm winds bellow –

Just lost memories of one day,

And her skin, oak yellow

The End

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