
Upon the yellow brick road
Laced in cracks and shadows
Many will fall and get lost
Be tramped upon old imprints
Of tired dreams and beliefs
Its shine will become blurred
In tones of crimson and tears
Lines are crossed or stopped
As silent prayers get drown
Into the petrichor air of earth
Yellow is far more than color
It’s also a very eager blindness
That deceives earnest believers
Into silly thinking… they be, God
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Poet of the Light © 2022