y e l l o w

Pic: Self

your deed
is done,
whispered
the wind,
gently tugging
at my
weakening
binds,

i looked
below,
from the
heights
of my abode,
and then
around,
to the
neighborhood​
that was
mine,

time is
a painter,
with invisible
brushes,
from a
lively
green,
he slowly
painted me,
a wiser
yellow,

i know,
that was
the last colour,
left on
his pallette,
and so
i  slowly,
let go
of my hold,

and as
the wind
gently,
put me
on its palms,
the universe
smiled,
for there are
some journeys,
that are
only
ours.

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13Apr17