Saffron?
The sun is saffron,
Choking on the white doves,
With fierce black cloves.
The grass is saffron.
And the yellow ladies?
Slapped, gagged, and murdered with the saffron gloves.
Saffron.
Saffron.
Bleached and seeped into my eye.
Right to the point where I wish to die.
This is a phenomenon.
Saffron.
Saffron.
The evil wears saffron.
But so will the pure in a bit.
So does the water we drink.
All saffron.
All above.
Filled with fake love.
Fake Saffron, am I?
Saffron, I scream.
Filling my gagged throat with silk saffron.
Silky saffron.
Until I love saffron.
PS: I was kinda inspired by the song "YELLOW" by Lim Kim, u could spot similarities like the word "phenomenon" and the usage of "yellow ladies" and also chanting of the colour saffron. The theme doesn't revolve around the song though.. (HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO LISTEN TO THE ALBUM ITSELF; the album is generasian) also dis is my first poetry on Reddit, veryy open to any feedback.... thxxxx :3
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