A Picture Torn

Poem By Alvin A. Sun

The sky is yellow with a hint of orange.
The medow is flushed appears to be purest green.
Water sits still in waiting beside -
a greyish-green hill.
There is no fish nor any kind of wild life-
my bones shiver, knowing this.

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