Under the heavy clouds
Inside someone's monologue
The wind is barging in
To shush the mind from overthink
Under the star light
One seeks for its guidance
To decide which feelings to hold
As every thing turns into gold
To look at moon light is to remind you
About the time to build a home inside
For the memories that grow old
And all of stories that remain untold
YOU ARE READING
Yellow
PoetryI've heard that when people start to open their heart, they get better
