My photo with this yellow fountain evokes some lights on my almost skeptical mind.
Get that pen and think for a while. Should I write or just endure the temptation of the night.
A persistent call to have some fun. To have some drink and play for a while.
I look at the watch and insist to stop the urge. The reason to reason, an alibi or treason.
Whatever I call it. There must be a reason.
The yellow fountain had shown me the way. The mind can prevail on what the eyes can’t decline.
A sudden call, a loud crying tears. Suddenly, an Angel appears.
To what is it that one can’t recall, on how an accident can suddenly befall.
I look at the photo and said in a jest. Whatever it is, the yellow fountain prevented some tears.
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