Yellow Umbrella
The yellow umbrella, holding it he was.
A scriptless memory written there.
Siting under the tree longing for its leaves while.
The mischievous clouds parked their hustleness above him on the sky.
He saw.
A messy deed. Unpacked their treasury loads.
They poured down without a word on his yellow umbrella, the diamond droplets.
On the thirsty street road fallen leaves sleeping where, walked all proud the rainfall to him.
He heard.
Under the yellow umbrella, welcomed what hymn the rainfall bringing for his ears blessed.
He felt.
Of darling kisses, raindrops left on his palm and fell away hesistantly, they.
Brighter than the yellow, what could it be?
Little his smile under the yellow umbrella hided, I found it.
Sneaked in for few seconds, the sun under my sight.
Rain comes to him, when I will go to him. When I will give it to him again, the yellow umbrella.
12/3/21
I Remember Poetry Contest
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