Poetry · Writing

Yellow Lake

Reflected grains of wheat through parted clouds reveals orange rays. Gentle winds blow crushed leaves into the rippled lake toward squaking ducks. Brown trees stripped of life only to watch the winds carry away the remaining leaves.

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