I remember.....

I remember,
how the yellow color,
picks her to the world of nothingness,
as it increases, increases with lovingness
my eyes still remember,
the first sight of her brown eyes,
as the butterfly flies
to the world of imagination.
she steps forward to the world of perception.

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